Deus, Deus meus. Psal. lxiii.
O God my God, I watch betime
to come to thee in haste:
〈◊〉〈◊〉 why? my soul and body both
do thirst of thee to taste.
〈◊〉〈◊〉 in this barren wilderness
where waters there are none,
〈◊〉〈◊〉 flesh is parcht for thought of thee,
••or thee I wish alone.
That I might see yet once again
〈◊〉〈◊〉 glory, strength, and might,
〈◊〉〈◊〉 ••as wont it to behold
a thin thy temple bright.
F••r why? thy mercies fa•• surmount
t••••s life and wretched days:
〈◊〉〈◊〉 ••ips therefore shall give to thee
••••e honour, laud and praise.
And whil'st I live, I will not fail
〈◊〉〈◊〉 worship thee alway:
And in thy name I shall lift up
my hands when I do pray.
[verse 5] My soul is fill'd as with marrow,
which is both fat and sweet:
My mouth therefore shall sing such songs
as are for thee most meet,
[verse 6] When as in bed I think on thee,
and eke all the night-tide;
[verse 7] For under covert of thy wings,
thou art my joyful guide.
[verse 8] My soul doth surely stick to thee,
thy right hand is my power:
[verse 9] And those that seek my soul to stroy,
them death shall soon devour.
[verse 10] The sword shall them devour each one,
their carcases shall feed
The hungry foxes which do run
their prey to seek at need.
[verse 11] The king and all men shall rejoyce,
that do profess Gods word:
For liars mouths shall then be stopt,
which have the truth disturb'd.