Young lions on the prowl get hungry, but God-seekers are full of God.
God, my shepherd! I don’t need a thing. You have bedded me down in lush meadows, you find me quiet pools to drink from. True to your word, you let me catch my breath and send me in the right direction.
God won’t starve an honest soul, but he frustrates the appetites of the wicked.
Fear-of-God is life itself, a full life, and serene—no nasty surprises.
The payoff for meekness and Fear-of-God is plenty and honor and a satisfying life.