הָגָה

This book of the law shall not depart out of thy mouth; but thou shalt meditate therein day and night, that thou mayest observe to do according to all that is written therein: for then thou shalt make thy way prosperous, and then thou shalt have good success.

My lips shall not speak wickedness, nor my tongue utter deceit.

But his delight is in the law of the LORD; and in his law doth he meditate day and night.

Why do the heathen rage, and the people imagine a vain thing?

And my tongue shall speak of thy righteousness and of thy praise all the day long.

The mouth of the righteous speaketh wisdom, and his tongue talketh of judgment.

They also that seek after my life lay snares for me: and they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things, and imagine deceits all the day long.

When I remember thee upon my bed, and meditate on thee in the night watches.

My tongue also shall talk of thy righteousness all the day long: for they are confounded, for they are brought unto shame, that seek my hurt.

I will meditate also of all thy work, and talk of thy doings.

They have hands, but they handle not: feet have they, but they walk not: neither speak they through their throat.

I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy works; I muse on the work of thy hands.

For my mouth shall speak truth; and wickedness is an abomination to my lips.

The heart of the righteous studieth to answer: but the mouth of the wicked poureth out evil things.

For their heart studieth destruction, and their lips talk of mischief.

And when they shall say unto you, Seek unto them that have familiar spirits, and unto wizards that peep, and that mutter: should not a people seek unto their God? for the living to the dead?

Therefore shall Moab howl for Moab, every one shall howl: for the foundations of Kirhareseth shall ye mourn; surely they are stricken.

For thus hath the LORD spoken unto me, Like as the lion and the young lion roaring on his prey, when a multitude of shepherds is called forth against him, he will not be afraid of their voice, nor abase himself for the noise of them: so shall the LORD of hosts come down to fight for mount Zion, and for the hill thereof.

Thine heart shall meditate terror. Where is the scribe? where is the receiver? where is he that counted the towers?

Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: mine eyes fail with looking upward: O LORD, I am oppressed; undertake for me.

For your hands are defiled with blood, and your fingers with iniquity; your lips have spoken lies, your tongue hath muttered perverseness.

We roar all like bears, and mourn sore like doves: we look for judgment, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far off from us.

In transgressing and lying against the LORD, and departing away from our God, speaking oppression and revolt, conceiving and uttering from the heart words of falsehood.

Therefore will I howl for Moab, and I will cry out for all Moab; mine heart shall mourn for the men of Kirheres.