Deus, Deus meus.

O God, thou art | my God;

* early | will I seek thee.

2 My soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh also longeth | after thee,

* in a barren and dry land | where no water is.

3 Thus have I looked for thee | in the sanctuary,

* that I might be- | -hold thy •power• and glory.

4 For thy loving-kindness is better than the | life itself:

* my | lips shall praise thee.

5 As long as I live will I magnify thee | in this manner,

* and lift up my | hands in thy Name.

6 My soul shall be satisfied, even as it were with | marrow• and fatness,

* when my mouth praiseth | thee with joyful lips.

7 Have I not remembered thee | in my bed,

* and thought upon | thee when I was waking?

8 Because thou hast | been my helper;

* therefore under the shadow of thy | wings will I rejoice.

9 My soul | hangeth• upon thee;

* thy right hand | hath upholden me.

10 These also that seek the hurt | of my soul,

* they shall | go •under• the earth.

11 Let them fall upon the edge | of the sword,

* that they may | be a •portion• for foxes.

12 But the King shall rejoice in God; all they also that swear by him shall | be commended;

* for the mouth of them that speak | lies shall be stopped.

Glory be to the Father, and | to the Son,

* and | to the Holy Ghost,

As it was in the beginning, is now, and | ever shall be,

* world without | end.  Amen.