חַי

To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer: preserve my life from fear of the enemy.

Which holdeth our soul in life, and suffereth not our feet to be moved.

Thy congregation hath dwelt therein: thou, O God, hast prepared of thy goodness for the poor.

Rebuke the company of spearmen, the multitude of the bulls, with the calves of the people, till every one submit himself with pieces of silver: scatter thou the people that delight in war.

Let them be blotted out of the book of the living, and not be written with the righteous.

O deliver not the soul of thy turtledove unto the multitude of the wicked: forget not the congregation of thy poor for ever.

He made a way to his anger; he spared not their soul from death, but gave their life over to the pestilence;

The dead bodies of thy servants have they given to be meat unto the fowls of the heaven, the flesh of thy saints unto the beasts of the earth.

My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the LORD: my heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God.

For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.

Who redeemeth thy life from destruction; who crowneth thee with lovingkindness and tender mercies;

They give drink to every beast of the field: the wild asses quench their thirst.

Thou makest darkness, and it is night: wherein all the beasts of the forest do creep forth.

So is this great and wide sea, wherein are things creeping innumerable, both small and great beasts.

I will sing unto the LORD as long as I live: I will sing praise to my God while I have my being.

I will walk before the LORD in the land of the living.

Then they had swallowed us up quick, when their wrath was kindled against us:

The LORD shall bless thee out of Zion: and thou shalt see the good of Jerusalem all the days of thy life.

As the dew of Hermon, and as the dew that descended upon the mountains of Zion: for there the LORD commanded the blessing, even life for evermore.

I cried unto thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.

And enter not into judgment with thy servant: for in thy sight shall no man living be justified.

For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead.

Thou openest thine hand, and satisfiest the desire of every living thing.

While I live will I praise the LORD: I will sing praises unto my God while I have any being.