הָגָה

This Book of the Law must not depart from your mouth; meditate on it day and night, so that you may be careful to do everything written in it. For then you will prosper and succeed in all you do.

…my lips will not speak wickedness, and my tongue will not utter deceit.

But his delight is in the Law of the LORD, and on His law he meditates day and night.

Why do the nations rage and the peoples plot in vain?

Then my tongue will proclaim Your righteousness and Your praises all day long.

The mouth of the righteous man utters wisdom, and his tongue speaks justice.

Those who seek my life lay snares; those who wish me harm speak destruction, plotting deceit all day long.

When I remember You on my bed, I think of You through the watches of the night.

My tongue will indeed proclaim Your righteousness all day long, for those who seek my harm are disgraced and confounded.

I will reflect on all You have done and ponder Your mighty deeds.

…they have hands, but cannot feel; they have feet, but cannot walk; they cannot even clear their throats.

I remember the days of old; I meditate on all Your works; I consider the work of Your hands.

For my mouth will speak the truth, and wickedness is detestable to my lips.

The heart of the righteous ponders how to answer, but the mouth of the wicked blurts out evil.

…for their hearts devise violence, and their lips declare trouble.

When men tell you to consult mediums and spiritists who whisper and mutter, shouldn’t a people consult their God instead? Why consult the dead on behalf of the living?

Therefore let Moab wail; let them wail together for Moab. Moan for the raisin cakes of Kir-hareseth, you who are utterly stricken.

For this is what the LORD has said to me: “Like a lion roaring or a young lion over its prey—and though a band of shepherds is called out against it, it is not terrified by their shouting or subdued by their clamor—so the LORD of Hosts will come down to do battle on Mount Zion and its heights.

Your mind will ponder the former terror: “Where is he who tallies? Where is he who weighs? Where is he who counts the towers?”

I chirp like a swallow or crane; I moan like a dove. My eyes grow weak as I look upward. O Lord, I am oppressed; be my security.”

For your hands are stained with blood, and your fingers with iniquity; your lips have spoken lies, and your tongue mutters injustice.

We all growl like bears and moan like doves. We hope for justice, but find none, for salvation, but it is far from us.

…rebelling and denying the LORD, turning away from our God, speaking oppression and revolt, conceiving and uttering lies from the heart.

Therefore I will wail for Moab; I will cry out for all of Moab; I will moan for the men of Kir-heres.