A psalme of Dauid when he was in the wyldernesse of Iuda. O Lorde thou art my Lorde: early in the morning I do seeke thee. My soule thirsteth for thee: my fleshe also longeth after thee in a baren and drye lande where no water is.

To see thee euen so as I haue seene thee in the sanctuary: that I might beholde thy power and glory.

For thy louing kindnes is better then life itselfe: my lippes shall prayse thee.

As long as I liue I wyll blesse thee on this maner: and in thy name I wyll lyft vp my handes.

My soule is satisfied euen as it were with mary and fatnes: and my mouth prayseth thee with ioyfull lippes.

Haue I not remembred thee in my bed: and thought vpon thee when I was waking?

Because thou hast ben my helper: therfore vnder the shadowe of thy wynges do I reioyce.

My soule cleaueth fast vnto thee: thy right hande hath vpholden me.

And they that seeke my soule to oppresse it: shall go vnder the earth.

Euery one of them shalbe killed with the edge of a sworde: and they shalbe a portion for Foxes.

But the king shal reioyce in the Lord, al they shal glory that sweare by him: for the mouth of all them that speake a lye, shalbe stopped.