Till I entered the sanctuary of God and came to understand their end.
For what hope has the impious when he is cut off, when God requires his life?
The revelation of your words sheds light, gives understanding to the simple.
Your testimonies are my delight; they are my counselors.
One thing I ask of the Lord; this I seek: To dwell in the Lord’s house all the days of my life, To gaze on the Lord’s beauty, to visit his temple.
O God, you are my God— it is you I seek! For you my body yearns; for you my soul thirsts, In a land parched, lifeless, and without water.
I will ponder all your works; on your exploits I will meditate.
Though the wicked flourish like grass and all sinners thrive, They are destined for eternal destruction;
The prophets prophesy falsely, and the priests teach on their own authority; Yet my people like it this way; what will you do when the end comes?
But God said to him, ‘You fool, this night your life will be demanded of you; and the things you have prepared, to whom will they belong?’