Day 112 of 365 – April 22 - Chronological Bible

Psalm 61

Lead Me to the Rock


To the choirmaster: with stringed instruments. Of David.


Hear my cry, O God,

listen to my prayer.


From the end of the earth I call to you

when my heart is faint.

Lead me to the rock that is higher than I,

for you have been my refuge,

a strong tower against the enemy.


Let me dwell in your tent forever!

Let me take refuge under the shelter of your wings! Selah

For you, O God, have heard my vows;

you have given me the heritage of those who fear your name.


Prolong the life of the king;

may his years endure to all generations!

May he be enthroned forever before God;

appoint steadfast love and faithfulness to watch over him!


So will I ever sing praises to your name,

as I perform my vows day after day.


Psalm 62

My Soul Waits for God Alone


To the choirmaster: according to Jeduthun. A Psalm of David.


For God alone my soul waits in silence;

from him comes my salvation.

He only is my rock and my salvation,

my fortress; I shall not be greatly shaken.


How long will all of you attack a man to batter him,

like a leaning wall, a tottering fence?

They only plan to thrust him down

from his high position.

They take pleasure in falsehood.

They bless with their mouths,

but inwardly they curse. Selah


For God alone, O my soul,

wait in silence,

for my hope is from him.

He only is my rock and my salvation,

my fortress; I shall not be shaken.

On God rests my salvation and my glory;

my mighty rock, my refuge is God.

Trust in him at all times, O people;

pour out your heart before him;

God is a refuge for us. Selah


Those of low estate are but a breath;

those of high estate are a delusion;

in the balances they go up;

they are together lighter than a breath.

Put no trust in extortion;

set no vain hopes on robbery;

if riches increase,

set not your heart on them.


Once God has spoken;

twice have I heard this:

that power belongs to God,

and that to you, O Lord, belongs steadfast love.

For you will render to a man

according to his work.


Psalm 64

Hide Me from the Wicked


To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.


Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint;

preserve my life from dread of the enemy.


Hide me from the secret plots of the wicked,

from the throng of evildoers,

who whet their tongues like swords,

who aim bitter words like arrows,

shooting from ambush at the blameless,

shooting at him suddenly and without fear.


They hold fast to their evil purpose;

they talk of laying snares secretly,

thinking, who can see them?

They search out injustice, saying,

“We have accomplished a diligent search.”

For the inward mind and heart of a man are deep!


But God shoots his arrow at them;

they are wounded suddenly.

They are brought to ruin,

with their own tongues turned against them;

all who see them will wag their heads.

Then all mankind fears;

they tell what God has brought about

and ponder what he has done.


Let the righteous one rejoice in the Lord

and take refuge in him!

Let all the upright in heart exult!


Psalm 69

Save Me, O God


To the choirmaster: according to Lilies. Of David.


Save me, O God!

For the waters have come up to my neck.

I sink in deep mire,

where there is no foothold;

I have come into deep waters,

and the flood sweeps over me.

I am weary with my crying out;

my throat is parched.

My eyes grow dim

with waiting for my God.

More in number than the hairs of my head

are those who hate me without cause;

mighty are those who would destroy me,

those who attack me with lies.

What I did not steal

must I now restore?


O God, you know my folly;

the wrongs I have done

are not hidden from you.


Let not those who hope in you

be put to shame through me,

O Lord God of hosts;

let not those who seek you

be brought to dishonor through me,

O God of Israel.

For it is for your sake that I have borne reproach,

that dishonor has covered my face.

I have become a stranger to my brothers,

an alien to my mother’s sons.

For zeal for your house has consumed me,

and the reproaches of those who reproach you

have fallen on me.

When I wept and humbled my soul with fasting,

it became my reproach.

When I made sackcloth my clothing,

I became a byword to them.

I am the talk of those who sit in the gate,

and the drunkards make songs about me.


But as for me, my prayer is to you, O Lord.

At an acceptable time,

O God, in the abundance of your steadfast love

answer me in your saving faithfulness.

Deliver me from

sinking in the mire;

let me be delivered from my enemies

and from the deep waters.

Let not the flood sweep over me,

or the deep swallow me up,

or the pit close its mouth over me.


Answer me, O Lord, for your steadfast love is good;

according to your abundant mercy, turn to me.

Hide not your face from your servant;

for I am in distress; make haste to answer me.

Draw near to my soul, redeem me;

ransom me because of my enemies!


You know my reproach, and my shame and my dishonor;

my foes are all known to you.

Reproaches have broken my heart,

so that I am in despair.

I looked for pity, but there was none,

and for comforters, but I found none.

They gave me poison for food,

and for my thirst they gave me sour wine to drink.


Let their own table before them become a snare;

and when they are at peace, let it become a trap.

Let their eyes be darkened, so that they cannot see,

and make their loins tremble continually.

Pour out your indignation upon them,

and let your burning anger overtake them.

May their camp be a desolation;

let no one dwell in their tents.

For they persecute him whom you have struck down,

and they recount the pain of those you have wounded.

Add to them punishment upon punishment;

may they have no acquittal from you.

Let them be blotted out of the book of the living;

let them not be enrolled among the righteous.


But I am afflicted and in pain;

let your salvation, O God, set me on high!


I will praise the name of God with a song;

I will magnify him with thanksgiving.

This will please the Lord more than an ox

or a bull with horns and hoofs.

When the humble see it they will be glad;

you who seek God, let your hearts revive.

For the Lord hears the needy

and does not despise his own people who are prisoners.


Let heaven and earth praise him,

the seas and everything that moves in them.

For God will save Zion

and build up the cities of Judah,

and people shall dwell there and possess it;

the offspring of his servants shall inherit it,

and those who love his name shall dwell in it.



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