The LORD decrees His loving devotion by day, and at night His song is with me as a prayer to the God of my life.
Let the saints exult in glory; let them shout for joy upon their beds.
About midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God, and the other prisoners were listening to them.
At night I remembered my song; in my heart I mused, and my spirit pondered:
But you have forgotten the LORD, your Maker, who stretched out the heavens and laid the foundations of the earth. You live in terror all day long because of the fury of the oppressor who is bent on destruction. But where is the fury of the oppressor?
The godless in heart harbor resentment; even when He binds them, they do not cry for help.
So then, those who suffer according to God’s will should entrust their souls to their faithful Creator and continue to do good.
Remember your Creator in the days of your youth, before the days of adversity come and the years approach of which you will say, “I find no pleasure in them,”
For your husband is your Maker—the LORD of Hosts is His name—the Holy One of Israel is your Redeemer; He is called the God of all the earth.
I get my knowledge from afar, and I will ascribe justice to my Maker.
In the time of his distress, King Ahaz became even more unfaithful to the LORD.
At midnight I rise to give You thanks for Your righteous judgments.