1God--you're my God! I can't get enough of you! I've worked up such hunger and thirst for God, traveling across dry and weary deserts.
2So here I am in the place of worship, eyes open, drinking in your strength and glory.
3In your generous love I am really living at last! My lips brim praises like fountains.
4I bless you every time I take a breath; My arms wave like banners of praise to you.
5I eat my fill of prime rib and gravy; I smack my lips. It's time to shout praises!
6If I'm sleepless at midnight, I spend the hours in grateful reflection.
7Because you've always stood up for me, I'm free to run and play.
8I hold on to you for dear life, and you hold me steady as a post.
9Those who are out to get me are marked for doom, marked for death, bound for hell.
10They'll die violent deaths; jackals will tear them limb from limb.
11But the king is glad in God; his true friends spread the joy, While small-minded gossips are gagged for good.