Remember the word to Your servant, Upon which You have caused me to hope. This is my comfort in my affliction, For Your word has given me life.
The proud have me in great derision, Yet I do not turn aside from Your law. I remembered Your judgments of old, O LORD, And have comforted myself. Indignation has taken hold of me Because of the wicked, who forsake Your law.
Your statutes have been my songs In the house of my pilgrimage. I remember Your name in the night, O LORD, And I keep Your law. This has become mine, Because I kept Your precepts.
I was wondering this afternoon about how many times I've read the 119th Psalm. The number is not important, but noticing that there are precious jewels yet to mined is. The last paragraph, 3 short sentences in this translation, while the Psalmist celebrates the joy of the LORD as reveled in this stanza. Do I celebrate the same way, singing and dancing because the Law of the LORD, God, the Almighty is mine? Not the way I should, there's still work to be done.
Morning Psalm 104, Noon Psalm 153-160, Evening Psalm 44