1My God, you are my God, and I shall wait for you; my soul is thirsty for you, and my flesh looks for you like thirsty and troubled land that seeks water 2As I have gazed upon you in the truth, that I may see your might and your honor 3Because your mercies are better than life, and my lips shall praise you. 4So I shall bless you in my life, and in your Name I shall lift up my hands. 5As by fat and as by oil, my soul will grow fat, and with the lips of praise my mouth will praise you. 6I have remembered you upon my bed, and in the nights I meditated upon you 7Because you have been a helper to me and in the shadow of your wings I shall triumph! 8My soul is gone forth after you and your right hand has rested upon me. 9They have sought to destroy my soul; they will enter into the lower parts of the Earth. 10They are given up to the sword and they shall be food for foxes. 11And the King will rejoice in God and all who swear by him will boast, because the mouths of liars will be stopped up. The Peshitta Holy Bible Translated Translated by Glenn David Bauscher Glenn David Bauscher Lulu Publishing Copyright © 2018 Lulu Publishing 3rd edition Copyright © 2019 |