1734 verses about Life

God, you have taught me from my youth. Until now, I have declared your wondrous works.

Yes, even when I am old and gray-haired, God, don’t forsake me, until I have declared your strength to the next generation, your might to everyone who is to come.

You, who have shown us many and bitter troubles, you will let me live. You will bring us up again from the depths of the earth.

They shall fear you while the sun endures; and as long as the moon, throughout all generations.

They shall live, and to him shall be given of the gold of Sheba. Men shall pray for him continually. They shall bless him all day long.

Abundance of grain shall be throughout the land. Its fruit sways like Lebanon. Let it flourish, thriving like the grass of the field.

They are free from burdens of men, neither are they plagued like other men.

You will guide me with your counsel, and afterward receive me to glory.

My flesh and my heart fails, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.

He remembered that they were but flesh, a wind that passes away, and doesn’t come again.

He made a path for his anger. He didn’t spare their soul from death, but gave their life over to the pestilence,

You cleared the ground for it. It took deep root, and filled the land.

It sent out its branches to the sea, Its shoots to the River.

I said, “You are gods, all of you are sons of the Most High.

My soul longs, and even faints for the courts of Yahweh. My heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.

For a day in your courts is better than a thousand. I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God, than to dwell in the tents of wickedness.

Yahweh will count, when he writes up the peoples, “This one was born there.” Selah.

Those who sing as well as those who dance say, “All my springs are in you.”

For my soul is full of troubles. My life draws near to Sheol.

I am counted among those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help,

Blessed are the people who learn to acclaim you. They walk in the light of your presence, Yahweh.

Remember how short my time is! For what vanity have you created all the children of men!

What man is he who shall live and not see death, who shall deliver his soul from the power of Sheol? Selah.

You turn man to destruction, saying, “Return, you children of men.”

For a thousand years in your sight are just like yesterday when it is past, like a watch in the night.

You sweep them away as they sleep. In the morning they sprout like new grass.

In the morning it sprouts and springs up. By evening, it is withered and dry.

For all our days have passed away in your wrath. We bring our years to an end as a sigh.

The days of our years are seventy, or even by reason of strength eighty years; yet their pride is but labor and sorrow, for it passes quickly, and we fly away.

So teach us to count our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.

Satisfy us in the morning with your loving kindness, that we may rejoice and be glad all our days.

I will satisfy him with long life, and show him my salvation.”

The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree. He will grow like a cedar in Lebanon.

They are planted in Yahweh’s house. They will flourish in our God’s courts.

They will still produce fruit in old age. They will be full of sap and green,

Make a joyful noise to Yahweh, all the earth! Burst out and sing for joy, yes, sing praises!

Know that Yahweh, he is God. It is he who has made us, and we are his. We are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.

I will be careful to live a blameless life. When will you come to me? I will walk within my house with a blameless heart.

My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.

I said, “My God, don’t take me away in the middle of my days. Your years are throughout all generations.

They will perish, but you will endure. Yes, all of them will wear out like a garment. You will change them like a cloak, and they will be changed.

who redeems your life from destruction; who crowns you with loving kindness and tender mercies;

who satisfies your desire with good things, so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s.

For he knows how we are made. He remembers that we are dust.

As for man, his days are like grass. As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.

For the wind passes over it, and it is gone. Its place remembers it no more.

He sends springs into the valleys. They run among the mountains.

They give drink to every animal of the field. The wild donkeys quench their thirst.

The birds of the sky nest by them. They sing among the branches.

He causes the grass to grow for the livestock, and plants for man to cultivate, that he may produce food out of the earth:

Yahweh’s trees are well watered, the cedars of Lebanon, which he has planted;

where the birds make their nests. The stork makes its home in the cypress trees.

There is the sea, great and wide, in which are innumerable living things, both small and large animals.

There the ships go, and leviathan, whom you formed to play there.

These all wait for you, that you may give them their food in due season.

You give to them; they gather. You open your hand; they are satisfied with good.

You hide your face: they are troubled; you take away their breath: they die, and return to the dust.

Let Yahweh’s glory endure forever. Let Yahweh rejoice in his works.

I will sing to Yahweh as long as I live. I will sing praise to my God while I have any being.

Blessed are those who keep justice. Blessed is one who does what is right at all times.

For he satisfies the longing soul. He fills the hungry soul with good.

He sends his word, and heals them, and delivers them from their graves.

There he makes the hungry live, that they may prepare a city to live in,

He will drink of the brook on the way; therefore he will lift up his head.

Because he has turned his ear to me, therefore I will call on him as long as I live.

Yahweh preserves the simple. I was brought low, and he saved me.

I will walk before Yahweh in the land of the living.

What will I give to Yahweh for all his benefits toward me?

Precious in Yahweh’s sight is the death of his saints.

I will not die, but live, and declare Yah’s works.

Yah has punished me severely, but he has not given me over to death.

This is the day that Yahweh has made. We will rejoice and be glad in it!

Do good to your servant. I will live and I will obey your word.

My soul is laid low in the dust. Revive me according to your word!

Behold, I long for your precepts! Revive me in your righteousness. WAW

This is my comfort in my affliction, for your word has revived me.

Your statutes have been my songs, in the house where I live.

Let your tender mercies come to me, that I may live; for your law is my delight.

Preserve my life according to your loving kindness, so I will obey the statutes of your mouth. LAMED

Unless your law had been my delight, I would have perished in my affliction.

I will never forget your precepts, for with them, you have revived me.

Your word is a lamp to my feet, and a light for my path.

My soul is continually in my hand, yet I won’t forget your law.

Uphold me according to your word, that I may live. Let me not be ashamed of my hope.

Your testimonies are wonderful, therefore my soul keeps them.

Your testimonies are righteous forever. Give me understanding, that I may live. KUF

Consider how I love your precepts. Revive me, Yahweh, according to your loving kindness.

Let my soul live, that I may praise you. Let your ordinances help me.

Yahweh will keep your going out and your coming in, from this time forward, and forever more.

As the mountains surround Jerusalem, so Yahweh surrounds his people from this time forward and forever more.

May Yahweh bless you out of Zion, and may you see the good of Jerusalem all the days of your life.

“This is my resting place forever. Here I will live, for I have desired it.

like the dew of Hermon, that comes down on the hills of Zion: for there Yahweh gives the blessing, even life forever more.

You search out my path and my lying down, and are acquainted with all my ways.

For you formed my inmost being. You knit me together in my mother’s womb.

I will give thanks to you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful. My soul knows that very well.

My frame wasn’t hidden from you, when I was made in secret, woven together in the depths of the earth.

Your eyes saw my body. In your book they were all written, the days that were ordained for me, when as yet there were none of them.

If I would count them, they are more in number than the sand. When I wake up, I am still with you.

I cried to you, Yahweh. I said, “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”