Bible Verses About Psalms

O the happiness of the man Who hath filled his quiver with them, They are not ashamed, For they speak with enemies in the gate!

A Song of the Ascents. O the happiness of every one fearing Jehovah, Who is walking in His ways.

The labour of thy hands thou surely eatest, Happy art thou, and good is to thee.

Thy wife is as a fruitful vine in the sides of thy house, Thy sons as olive plants around thy table.

Lo, surely thus is the man blessed who is fearing Jehovah.

Jehovah doth bless thee out of Zion, Look, then, on the good of Jerusalem, All the days of thy life,

And see the sons of thy sons! Peace on Israel!

A Song of the Ascents. Often they distressed me from my youth, Pray, let Israel say:

Often they distressed me from my youth, Yet they have not prevailed over me.

Over my back have ploughers ploughed, They have made long their furrows.

Jehovah is righteous, He hath cut asunder cords of the wicked.

Confounded and turn backward do all hating Zion.

They are as grass of the roofs, That before it was drawn out withereth,

That hath not filled the hand of a reaper, And the bosom of a binder of sheaves.

And the passers by have not said, `The blessing of Jehovah is on you, We blessed you in the Name of Jehovah!'

A Song of the Ascents. From depths I have called Thee, Jehovah.

Lord, hearken to my voice, Thine ears are attentive to the voice of my supplications.

If iniquities Thou dost observe, O Lord, who doth stand?

But with Thee is forgiveness, that Thou mayest be feared.

I hoped for Jehovah--hoped hath my soul, And for His word I have waited.

My soul is for the Lord, More than those watching for morning, Watching for morning!

Israel doth wait on Jehovah, For with Jehovah is kindness, And abundant with Him is redemption.

And He doth redeem Israel from all his iniquities!

A Song of the Ascents, by David. Jehovah, my heart hath not been haughty, Nor have mine eyes been high, Nor have I walked in great things, And in things too wonderful for me.

Have I not compared, and kept silent my soul, As a weaned one by its mother? As a weaned one by me is my soul.