Zayin
Remember your word to your servant, for you have given me
hope.
My comfort in my suffering is this: Your promise preserves
my life.
The arrogant mock me unmercifully, but I do not turn from
your law.
I remember, Lord, your ancient laws, and I find comfort in
them.
Indignation grips me because of the wicked, who have
forsaken your law.
Your decrees are the theme of my song wherever I lodge.
In the night, Lord, I remember your name, that I may keep
your law.
This has been my practice: I obey your precepts.
Dear Father, many times this world brings me sorrow, with
the wickedness I see around me, and the hurt people give me. Thank you for the
comfort and joy from clinging to and obeying your word.