Psalm 63 (English Standard Version)
A Psalm of David, when he was in the wilderness of Judah.
1O God, you are my God; earnestly I seek you;
my soul thirsts for you;
my flesh faints for you,
as in a dry and weary land where there is no water.
2So I have looked upon you in the sanctuary,
beholding your power and glory.
3Because your steadfast love is better than life,
my lips will praise you.
4So I will bless you as long as I live;
in your name I will lift up my hands.
Little Andrew sings “Your lovingkindness is better than life” — quite precious!
5My soul will be satisfied as with fat and rich food,
and my mouth will praise you with joyful lips,
6when I remember you upon my bed,
and meditate on you in the watches of the night;
7for you have been my help,
and in the shadow of your wings I will sing for joy.
8My soul clings to you;
your right hand upholds me.
from Whispers of His Power,
by Amy Carmichael
“My soul hangeth upon Thee; Thy right hand upholdeth me.”
Hindu India is divided into two great schools of thought. One school finds an illustration of what it believes in the baby money clinging to its mother. The other find its illustration in the mother cat holding her kitten. Psalm 63:8 unites these two thoughts, for both are true, and both together make the whole truth.
My soul hangeth upon Thee — the monkey hold. Thy right hand upholdeth me — the cat hold.
Am I tempted to be slack about my Quiet Times, or about something which nobody sees, but which weakens me? Then the word for me is Hold on. Don’t be slack. Be in earnest. My soul hangeth upon Thee.
Am I tired, tempted to fear, tempted to discouragement? There is no need to fear. “Underneath are the everlasting arms” (Deuteronomy 33:27). Thy right hand upholdeth me.
9But those who seek to destroy my life
shall go down into the depths of the earth;
10they shall be given over to the power of the sword;
they shall be a portion for jackals.
11But the king shall rejoice in God;
all who swear by him shall exult,
for the mouths of liars will be stopped.
Psalm 64 (English Standard Version)
To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.
1Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint;
preserve my life from dread of the enemy.
2Hide me from the secret plots of the wicked,
from the throng of evildoers,
3who whet their tongues like swords,
who aim bitter words like arrows,
4shooting from ambush at the blameless,
shooting at him suddenly and without fear.
Mark 15:12-14 (New Living Translation)
Pilate asked them, “Then what should I do with this man you call the king of the Jews?”
They shouted back, “Crucify him!”
“Why?” Pilate demanded. “What crime has he committed?”
But the mob roared even louder, “Crucify him!”
5They hold fast to their evil purpose;
they talk of laying snares secretly,
thinking, “Who can see them?”
6They search out injustice,
saying, “We have accomplished a diligent search.”
For the inward mind and heart of a man are deep!
7 But God shoots his arrow at them;
they are wounded suddenly.
8They are brought to ruin, with their own tongues turned against them;
all who see them will wag their heads.
9Then all mankind fears;
they tell what God has brought about
and ponder what he has done.
To ponder, to consider carefully, to reflect deeply — it runs both ways!
Proverbs 21:2 (King James Version)
Every way of a man is right in his own eyes: but the LORD pondereth the hearts.
10Let the righteous one rejoice in the LORD
and take refuge in him!
Let all the upright in heart exult!
English Standard Version (ESV) The Holy Bible, English Standard Version Copyright © 2001 by Crossway Bibles, a division of Good News Publishers.