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Psalm 63:1 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

1 Lord, thee my God, I'll early seek: my soul doth thirst for thee; My flesh longs in a dry parch'd land, wherein no waters be:

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

1 O God, thou art My God; early will I seek thee: My soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee In a dry and thirsty land, where no water is;

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

1 O GOD, You are my God, earnestly will I seek You; my inner self thirsts for You, my flesh longs and is faint for You, in a dry and weary land where no water is.

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American Standard Version (1901)

1 O God, thou art my God; earnestly will I seek thee: My soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee, In a dry and weary land, where no water is.

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Common English Bible

1 God! My God! It’s you— I search for you! My whole being thirsts for you! My body desires you in a dry and tired land, no water anywhere.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

1 Unto the end. A Psalm of David.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

1 Unto the end, a psalm for David.

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Psalm 63:1
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Thou art my God, I'll thee exalt; my God, I will thee praise.


My soul for thy salvation faints; yet I thy word believe.


Because thou art my God, to do thy will do me instruct: Thy Sp'rit is good, me to the land of uprightness conduct.


My hands to thee I stretch; my soul thirsts, as dry land, for thee.


But as for me, O Lord, my trust upon thee I did lay; And I to thee, Thou art my God, did confidently say.


O why art thou cast down, my soul? why, thus with grief opprest, Art thou disquieted in me? in God still hope and rest: For yet I know I shall him praise, who graciously to me The health is of my countenance, yea, mine own God is he.


Lord, thou shalt early hear my voice: I early will direct My pray'r to thee; and, looking up, an answer will expect.


But when he slew them, then they did to seek him shew desire; Yea, they return'd, and after God right early did enquire.


My thirsty soul longs veh'mently, yea faints, thy courts to see: My very heart and flesh cry out, O living God, for thee.


I of the Lord my God will say, He is my refuge still, He is my fortress, and my God, and in him trust I will.


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