Psalm 151

The Lord is my joy, why doth my heart cry out?

The Lord is my contentment when my heart is sad.

The Lord is my satisfaction when my lungs sigh.

I hope for Him in the morning, when the grass is withered, and the cold of night compasseth me round about.

He heareth my groanings, when my spirit cries Alas! He heareth my moanings, when my spirit weeps aloud.

Selah.

Turn ye unto the Lord, O Israel, and let your voice be lift up, ye children of Joseph and Judah.

He will carry me upon the wings of the storm— when the bars break forth upon the rocks and mountains.

When the gorge hath swallowed me up, then will the Lord make me to soar upon the mighty winds,

And uphold me with His righteous right arm.

In the hand of the Lord is a cup, flowing freely the oil of gladness,

When the morning bird shall sing songs and praise praises unto the mighty God.

Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord.

Let the stars and the heavenly host chime in their glorious light,

And let the earth be rent in song.

The Lord is my contentment when my heart is glad.

The Lord is my satisfaction when my lungs rise.

May I ever adore Thee, O God, O Lord of hosts, and make my face to shine, ye Sun.

Holiness become Thine house, yea

Let everything in me praise the Lord for ever and ever.