Remember your word to your servant, in which you have made me hope. This is my comfort in my affliction, that your promise gives me life. The insolent utterly deride me, but I do not turn away from your law. When I think of your rules from of old, I take comfort, O LORD. Hot indignation seizes me because of the wicked, who forsake your law. Your statutes have been my songs in the house of my sojourning. I remember your name in the night, O LORD, and keep your law. This blessing has fallen to me, that I have kept your precepts.
A hymn of possessives, Lord. So much is identified as belonging to You: Your word, Your servant, Your promise, Your law, Your rules, Your statutes, Your name, Your precepts. Ten times that something has been named as Yours; eight of those are references to Your word. You are the God of the Word, the God who Speaks to His people, the God who provides wisdom and knowledge so that His people may live in His presence.
