Psalms 63

1God—you’re my God!

I can’t get enough of you!

I’ve worked up such hunger and thirst for God,

traveling across dry and weary deserts.

2-4So here I am in the place of worship, eyes open,

drinking in your strength and glory.

In your generous love I am really living at last!

My lips brim praises like fountains.

I bless you every time I take a breath;

My arms wave like banners of praise to you.

5-8I eat my fill of prime rib and gravy;

I smack my lips. It’s time to shout praises!

If I’m sleepless at midnight,

I spend the hours in grateful reflection.

Because you’ve always stood up for me,

I’m free to run and play.

I hold on to you for dear life,

and you hold me steady as a post.

9-11Those who are out to get me are marked for doom,

marked for death, bound for hell.

They’ll die violent deaths;

jackals will tear them limb from limb.

But the king is glad in God;

his true friends spread the joy,

While small-minded gossips

are gagged for good.

දැනට තෝරාගෙන ඇත:

Psalms 63: MSG

සළකුණු කරන්න

පිටපත් කරන්න

සසඳන්න

බෙදාගන්න

ඔබගේ සියලු උපාංග හරහා ඔබගේ සළකුණු කල පද වෙත ප්‍රවේශ වීමට අවශ්‍යද? ලියාපදිංචි වී නව ගිණුමක් සාදන්න හෝ ඔබගේ ගිණුමට ඔබගේ ගිණුමට පිවිසෙන්න

The Message පිළිබඳ වැඩිදුර දැනගන්න