Bible Verses About Seekers

This is a generation of those seeking Him. Seeking Thy face, O Jacob! Selah.

Cause me to tread in Thy truth, and teach me, For Thou art the God of my salvation, Near Thee I have waited all the day.

Mine eyes are continually unto Jehovah, For He bringeth out from a net my feet.

One thing I asked of Jehovah--it I seek. My dwelling in the house of Jehovah, All the days of my life, To look on the pleasantness of Jehovah, And to inquire in His temple.

To Thee said my heart `They sought my face, Thy face, O Jehovah, I seek.'

Look unto Jehovah--be strong, And He doth strengthen thy heart, Yea, look unto Jehovah!

Our soul hath waited for Jehovah, Our help and our shield is He,

I sought Jehovah, and He answered me, And from all my fears did deliver me.

Young lions have lacked and been hungry, And those seeking Jehovah lack not any good,

To the Overseer. --A Psalm of David. I have diligently expected Jehovah, And He inclineth to me, and heareth my cry,

And He doth cause me to come up From a pit of desolation--from mire of mud, And He raiseth up on a rock my feet, He is establishing my steps.

And He putteth in my mouth a new song, `Praise to our God.' Many do see and fear, and trust in Jehovah.

O the happiness of the man Who hath made Jehovah his trust, And hath not turned unto the proud, And those turning aside to lies.

To the Overseer. --An Instruction. By sons of Korah. As a hart doth pant for streams of water, So my soul panteth toward Thee, O God.

My soul thirsted for God, for the living God, When do I enter and see the face of God?

My tear hath been to me bread day and night, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where is thy God?'

These I remember, and pour out my soul in me, For I pass over into the booth, I go softly with them unto the house of God, With the voice of singing and confession, The multitude keeping feast!

A Psalm of David, in his being in the wilderness of Judah. O God, Thou art my God, earnestly do I seek Thee, Thirsted for Thee hath my soul, Longed for Thee hath my flesh, In a land dry and weary, without waters.

So in the sanctuary I have seen Thee, To behold Thy strength and Thine honour.

Because better is Thy kindness than life, My lips do praise Thee.

So I bless Thee in my life, in Thy name I lift up my hands.

As with milk and fatness is my soul satisfied, And with singing lips doth my mouth praise.

If I have remembered Thee on my couch, In the watches--I meditate on Thee.

For Thou hast been a help to me, And in the shadow of Thy wings I sing.

Cleaved hath my soul after Thee, On me hath Thy right hand taken hold.