Day 109 of 365 – April 19 - Chronological Bible

Psalm 5

Lead Me in Your Righteousness

To the choirmaster: for the flutes. A Psalm of David.


Give ear to my words, O Lord;

consider my groaning.

Give attention to the sound of my cry,

my King and my God,

for to you do I pray.


O Lord, in the morning you hear my voice;

in the morning I prepare a sacrifice for you

and watch.

For you are not a God who delights in wickedness;

evil may not dwell with you.

The boastful shall not stand

before your eyes;

you hate all evildoers.

You destroy those who speak lies;

the Lord abhors the

bloodthirsty and deceitful man.

But I, through the abundance of your steadfast love,

will enter your house.

I will bow down

toward your holy temple in the fear of you.


Lead me, O Lord, in your righteousness

because of my enemies;

make your way straight before me.

For there is no truth in their mouth;

their inmost self is destruction;

their throat is an open grave;

they flatter with their tongue.

Make them bear their guilt, O God;

let them fall by their own counsels;

because of the abundance of their transgressions

cast them out,

for they have rebelled against you.

But let all who take refuge in you rejoice;

let them ever sing for joy, and

spread your protection over them,

that those who love your name may exult in you.


For you bless the righteous, O Lord;

you cover him with favor as with a shield.


Psalm 6

O Lord, Deliver My Life

To the choirmaster: with stringed instruments; according to The Sheminith.

A Psalm of David.


O Lord, rebuke me not in your anger,

nor discipline me in your wrath.

Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am languishing;

heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled.

My soul also is greatly troubled.

But you, O Lord—how long?


Turn, O Lord, deliver my life;

save me for the sake of your steadfast love.

For in death there is no remembrance of you;

in Sheol who will give you praise?


I am weary with my moaning;


Every night I flood my bed with tears;

I drench my couch with my weeping.

My eye wastes away because of grief;

it grows weak because of all my foes.


Depart from me, all you workers of evil,

for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping.

The Lord has heard my plea;

the Lord accepts my prayer.

All my enemies shall be ashamed and greatly troubled;

they shall turn back and be put to shame in a moment.


Psalm 7

In You Do I Take Refuge

A Shiggaion of David, which he sang to the Lord

concerning the words of Cush, a Benjaminite.


O Lord my God, in you do I take refuge;

save me from all my pursuers and deliver me,

lest like a lion they tear my soul apart,

rending it in pieces, with none to deliver.


O Lord my God, if I have done this,

if there is wrong in my hands,

if I have repaid my friend with evil

or plundered my enemy without cause,

let the enemy pursue my soul and overtake it,

and let him trample my life to the ground

and lay my glory in the dust.   Selah


Arise, O Lord, in your anger;

lift yourself up against the fury of my enemies;

awake for me; you have appointed a judgment.

Let the assembly of the peoples be gathered about you;

over it return on high.

The Lord judges the peoples; judge me,

O Lord, according to my righteousness and

according to the integrity that is in me.

Oh, let the evil of the wicked come to an end,

and may you establish the righteous—

you who test the minds and hearts,

O righteous God!

My shield is with God,

who saves the upright in heart.

God is a righteous judge, and

a God who feels indignation every day.

If a man does not repent,

God will whet his sword;

he has bent and readied his bow;

he has prepared for him his deadly weapons,

making his arrows fiery shafts.


Behold, the wicked man conceives evil and

is pregnant with mischief and gives birth to lies.

He makes a pit, digging it out, and

falls into the hole that he has made.

His mischief returns upon his own head, and

on his own skull his violence descends.


I will give to the Lord the thanks due to his righteousness,

and I will sing praise to the name of the Lord, the Most High.


Psalm 10

Why Do You Hide Yourself?


Why, O Lord, do you stand afar off?

Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble?


In arrogance the wicked hotly pursue the poor;

let them be caught in the schemes that they have devised.

For the wicked boasts of the desires of his soul, and

the one greedy for gain curses and renounces the Lord.

In the pride of his face the wicked does not seek him;

all his thoughts are, “There is no God.”

His ways prosper at all times;

your judgments are on high, out of his sight;

as for all his foes, he puffs at them.

He says in his heart, “I shall not be moved;

throughout all generations I shall not meet adversity.”


His mouth is filled with cursing and deceit and oppression;

under his tongue are mischief and iniquity.

He sits in ambush in the villages;

in hiding places he murders the innocent.

His eyes stealthily watch for the helpless;

he lurks in ambush like a lion in his thicket;

he lurks that he may seize the poor;

he seizes the poor when he draws him into his net.

The helpless are crushed, sink down,

and fall by his might.

He says in his heart, “God has forgotten,

he has hidden his face, he will never see it.”


Arise, O Lord; O God, lift up your hand;

forget not the afflicted.

Why does the wicked renounce God

and say in his heart,

“You will not call to account”?

But you do see, for you note mischief and vexation,

that you may take it into your hands;

to you the helpless commits himself;

you have been the helper of the fatherless.

Break the arm of the wicked and evildoer;

call his wickedness to account till you find none.


The Lord is king forever and ever;

the nations perish from his land.

O Lord, you hear the desire of the afflicted;

you will strengthen their heart; you will incline your ear

to do justice to the fatherless and the oppressed,

so that man who is of the earth

may strike terror no more.


Psalm 11

The Lord Is in His Holy Temple


To the choirmaster. Of David.


In the Lord I take refuge;

how can you say to my soul,

“Flee like a bird to your mountain,

for behold, the wicked bend the bow;

they have fitted their arrow to the string

to shoot in the dark

at the upright in heart;

if the foundations are destroyed,

what can the righteous do?”


The Lord is in his holy temple;

the Lord’s throne is in heaven;

his eyes see, his eyelids test,

the children of man.

The Lord tests the righteous,

but his soul hates the wicked

and the one who loves violence.

Let him rain coals on the wicked;

fire and sulfur and a scorching wind

shall be the portion of their cup.


For the Lord is righteous;

he loves righteous deeds;

the upright shall behold his face.



Holy Bible, English Standard Version,

as arranged in chronological order by F. Legard Smith

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