The Message

Psalm 119:57-64-81-88 The Message (MSG)

57-64. Because you have satisfied me, God, I promiseto do everything you say.I beg you from the bottom of my heart: smile,be gracious to me just as you promised.When I took a long, careful look at your ways,I got my feet back on the trail you blazed.I was up at once, didn’t drag my feet,was quick to follow your orders.The wicked hemmed me in—there was no way out—but not for a minute did I forget your plan for me.I get up in the middle of the night to thank you;your decisions are so right, so true—I can’t wait till morning!I’m a friend and companion of all who fear you,of those committed to living by your rules.Your love, God, fills the earth!Train me to live by your counsel.

65-72. Be good to your servant, God;be as good as your Word.Train me in good common sense;I’m thoroughly committed to living your way.Before I learned to answer you, I wandered all over the place,but now I’m in step with your Word.You are good, and the source of good;train me in your goodness.The godless spread lies about me,but I focus my attention on what you are saying;They’re bland as a bucket of lard,while I dance to the tune of your revelation.My troubles turned out all for the best—they forced me to learn from your textbook.Truth from your mouth means more to methan striking it rich in a gold mine.

73-80. With your very own hands you formed me;now breathe your wisdom over me so I can understand you.When they see me waiting, expecting your Word,those who fear you will take heart and be glad.I can see now, God, that your decisions are right;your testing has taught me what’s true and right.Oh, love me—and right now!—hold me tight!just the way you promised.Now comfort me so I can live, really live;your revelation is the tune I dance to.Let the fast-talking tricksters be exposed as frauds;they tried to sell me a bill of goods,but I kept my mind fixed on your counsel.Let those who fear you turn to mefor evidence of your wise guidance.And let me live whole and holy, soul and body,so I can always walk with my head held high.

81-88. I’m homesick—longing for your salvation;I’m waiting for your word of hope.My eyes grow heavy watching for some sign of your promise;how long must I wait for your comfort?There’s smoke in my eyes—they burn and water,but I keep a steady gaze on the instructions you post.How long do I have to put up with all this?How long till you haul my tormentors into court?The arrogant godless try to throw me off track,ignorant as they are of God and his ways.Everything you command is a sure thing,but they harass me with lies. Help!They’ve pushed and pushed—they never let up—but I haven’t relaxed my grip on your counsel.In your great love revive meso I can alertly obey your every word.