By day the Lord shows his faithful love, and at night I have a song for him—a prayer for the God of my life.
Let his followers rejoice in this victory! Let them sing for joy, even in their beds!
I remember you while lying on my bed. I think about you in the middle of the night.
I praise the Lord because he taught me well. Even at night he put his instructions deep inside my mind.
But they forget to say, ‘Where is God, the one who made me? He is the one who gives us songs to sing in the night.
“The Lord will bless you and fill your barns. He will bless everything you do. The Lord your God will bless you in the land that he is giving you.
It is like a gentle rain from Mount Hermon falling on Mount Zion. It is there that the Lord has promised his blessing of eternal life.
Your old self has died, and your new life is kept with Christ in God.
About midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing songs to God. The other prisoners were listening to them.
The officer answered, “Lord, I am not good enough for you to come into my house. You need only to give the order, and my servant will be healed.
God, you are my king. Give the command and lead Jacob’s people to victory.
You will sing happy songs, like the nights when you begin a festival. You will be very happy walking to the Lord’s mountain and listening to the flute on the way to worship the Rock of Israel.
During the night, I thought about my songs. I talked to myself, trying to understand what is happening.
From heaven he helps me and saves me. He will punish the one who attacks me. Selah God will remain loyal to me and send his love to protect me.
Lord, you are my Light and my Savior, so why should I be afraid of anyone? The Lord is where my life is safe, so I will be afraid of no one!
You are a hiding place for me. You protect me from my troubles. You surround me and protect me, so I sing about the way you saved me. Selah
I will order my blessing to come to you during the sixth year. The land will continue growing crops for three years.
Waves of death were crashing around me. A deadly flood was carrying me away.
You made my friends leave me. They all avoid me like someone no one wants to touch. Like a prisoner in my house, I cannot go out.
Their armies would have been like a flood washing over us, like a river drowning us.
Then I thought, ‘Now I must go where you cannot see me,’ but I continued looking to your holy Temple for help.