2 O God, my God: to you, I keep vigil until first light. For you, my soul has thirsted, to you my body, in so many ways.
3 By a deserted land, both inaccessible and waterless, so I have appeared in the sanctuary before you, in order to behold your virtue and your glory.
4 For your mercy is better than life itself. It is you my lips will praise.
5 So will I bless you in my life, and I will lift up my hands in your name.
6 Let my soul be filled, as if with marrow and fatness; and my mouth will give praise with exultant lips.
7 When I have remembered you on my bed in the morning, I will meditate on you.
8 For you have been my helper. And I will exult under the cover of your wings.
9 My soul has clung close to you. Your right hand has supported me.
14 And Zion said: "The Lord has abandoned me, and the Lord has forgotten me."
15 Can a woman forget her infant, so as not to take pity on the child of her womb? But even if she would forget, still I shall never forget you.