| The Lord makes firm the steps of the one who delights in him. | Our steps are made firm by the Lord, when he delights in our way. |
| For the Lord loves the just and will not forsake his faithful ones. Wrongdoers will be completely destroyed; the offspring of the wicked will perish. | For the Lord loves justice; he will not forsake his faithful ones. The righteous shall be kept safe forever, but the children of the wicked shall be cut off. |
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| All my longings lie open before you, Lord; my sighing is not hidden from you. | O Lord, all my longing is known to you; my sighing is not hidden from you. |
| Hear my prayer, Lord, listen to my cry for help; do not be deaf to my weeping. I dwell with you as a foreigner, a stranger, as all my ancestors were. | Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear to my cry; do not hold your peace at my tears. For I am your passing guest, an alien, like all my forebears. |
| I desire to do your will, my God; your law is within my heart. | I delight to do your will, O my God; your law is within my heart. |
| Do not withhold your mercy from me, Lord; may your love and faithfulness always protect me. | Do not, O Lord, withhold your mercy from me; let your steadfast love and your faithfulness keep me safe forever. |
| As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, my God. | As a deer longs for flowing streams, so my soul longs for you, O God. |
| My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with God? | My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and behold the face of God? |
| Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers have swept over me. | Deep calls to deep at the thunder of your cataracts; all your waves and your billows have gone over me. |
| By day the Lord directs his love, at night his song is with me— a prayer to the God of my life. | By day the Lord commands his steadfast love, and at night his song is with me, a prayer to the God of my life. |
| Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God. | Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my help and my God. |
| It was not by their sword that they won the land, nor did their arm bring them victory; it was your right hand, your arm, and the light of your face, for you loved them. | For not by their own sword did they win the land, nor did their own arm give them victory; but your right hand, and your arm, and the light of your countenance, for you delighted in them. |
