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{A Psalm of David, when he was in the wilderness of Judah.} 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;

Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, o LORD of hosts, my King, and my God.

Tell me, o thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions?

But where are thy gods that thou hast made thee? let them arise, if they can save thee in the time of thy trouble: for according to the number of thy cities are thy gods, o Judah.

So he came near where I stood: and when he came, I was afraid, and fell upon my face: but he said unto me, Understand, o son of man: for at the time of the end shall be the vision.

Let the priests, the ministers of the LORD, weep between the porch and the altar, and let them say, Spare thy people, o LORD, and give not thine heritage to reproach, that the heathen should rule over them: wherefore should they say among the people, where is their God?

A son honoureth his father, and a servant his master: if then I be a father, where is mine honour? and if I be a master, where is my fear? saith the LORD of hosts unto you, o priests, that despise my name. And ye say, Wherein have we despised thy name?

o death, where is thy sting? o grave, where is thy victory?