This has been one of my favorite Psalms since my teenage years (a LOOOOOOONG time ago) and it jumped out at me during Matins this morning. Back in the old NIV days, it was numbered Psalm 63, but here it is in a lovely translation from the LXX:
Psalm 62 from the Septuagint
O God, my God, unto Thee I rise early at dawn.
My soul hath thirsted for Thee; how often hath my flesh longed after Thee in a land barren and untrodden and unwatered.
So in the sanctuary have I appeared before Thee to see Thy power and Thy glory,
For Thy mercy is better than lives; my lips shall praise Thee.
So shall I bless Thee in my life, and in Thy Name will I lift up my hands.
As with marrow and fatness let my soul be filled, and with lips of rejoicing shall my mouth praise Thee.
If I remembered Thee on my bed, at the dawn I meditated on Thee.
For Thou art become my helper; in the shelter of Thy wings will I rejoice.
My soul hath cleaved unto Thee, Thy right hand hath been quick to help me.
But as for these, in vain have they sought after my soul; they shall go into the nethermost parts of the earth, they shall be surrendered unto the edge of the sword; portions for foxes shall they be.
But the king shall be glad in God, everyone shall be praised that sweareth by Him; for the mouth of them is stopped that speak unjust things.