Psalms Chapter 39 verse 7 Holy Bible
And now, Lord, what wait I for? My hope is in thee.
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And now, Lord, what am I waiting for? my hope is in you.
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And now, what wait I for, Lord? my hope is in thee.
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And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in thee.
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Surely every man walketh in a vain show: surely they are disquieted in vain: he heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.
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Now, Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in you.
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And, now, what have I expected? O Lord, my hope -- it `is' of Thee.
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Psalms 39 : 7 Bible Verse Songs
- One Hope One Voice One Light We See by Hillsong Worship
- I Look To You by Whitney Houston
- My Hope Is In The Lord by Sanctus Real
- In The Hands Of Christ My King by Austin Stone Worship
- All My Hope by Passion + Crowder + Tauren Wells
- In You Alone by Lifebreakthrough
- It's A Wonder Just To Know You by Know Wonder
- Anchor of Peace by North Point Worship
- Forever You Remain by Citipointe Worship
Pulpit Commentary
Pulpit CommentaryVerse 7. - And now, Lord, what wait I for? My hope is in thee. And now - under these circumstances - human life being what it is, and all men nothing but vanity, what is my hope? what is my expectation? what am I waiting for? A cry, as it would seem, of utter despair. But when the night is darkest, day dawns. "Out of the depths" comes forth the voice of faith - "My hope is in THEE!" There is always hope in God When our father and mother forsake us, the Lord taketh us up. He will not leave us nor forsake us. So the psalmist ends his complaint by throwing himself into the arms of the Divine mercy, and unreservedly submitting himself to God's will.
Ellicott's Commentary
Ellicott's Commentary for English Readers(7) And now, Lord . . .--"If such is man's condition, what," says the psalmist, "is my expectation?" We seem to hear the deep sigh with which the words are uttered; and we must remember that the poet can turn for comfort to no hope of immortality. That had not yet dawned. The thought of God's mercy, and the hope of his own moral deliverance, these form the ground of his noble elevation above the oppressive sense of human frailty. The LXX. and Vulg. give it very expressively:--"And now what is my expectation? Is it not the Lord?And my substance is with thee."
