O God, my God, I have thirsted for You in the morning; my soul has thirsted for You, since my flesh is abundant in You, in a land that is empty and impassable and without water. Thus I have appeared to You in the Holy One, to see Your power and Your glory. For Thy mercy is better than life, my lips praise Thee. Thus I will bless You in my belly, in Your name I will lift up my hands. For with fatness and ointment may my soul be filled, and my mouth shall praise Thee with joyful lips. Even when I commemorated Thee on my bed, I learned from Thee in the morning. For You were my Helper, and in Your blood I will rejoice. My soul cleaves to You, but Your right hand accepts me less. They, seeking my soul in vain, will descend into the underworld of the earth, surrender themselves into the hands of weapons, and become parts of the fox. The king will rejoice in God, everyone who swears by Him will boast, for he has stopped the mouth of those who speak unrighteously.