Psalm 104

Praise the Lord, my soul. Lord my God, you are very great; you are clothed with splendor and majesty.

But may sinners vanish from the earth and the wicked be no more. Praise the Lord, my soul. Praise the Lord.

Psalm 108

A song. A psalm of David.

My heart, O God, is steadfast; I will sing and make music with all my soul.

Return to your rest, my soul, for the Lord has been good to you.

My soul is consumed with longing for your laws at all times.

My soul is weary with sorrow; strengthen me according to your word.

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My soul faints with longing for your salvation, but I have put my hope in your word.

Psalm 146

Praise the Lord. Praise the Lord, my soul.

If they say, “Come along with us; let’s lie in wait for innocent blood, let’s ambush some harmless soul;

For wisdom will enter your heart, and knowledge will be pleasant to your soul.

A longing fulfilled is sweet to the soul, but fools detest turning from evil.

Gracious words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.

Like cold water to a weary soul is good news from a distant land.

My soul yearns for you in the night; in the morning my spirit longs for you. When your judgments come upon the earth, the people of the world learn righteousness.

But what can I say? He has spoken to me, and he himself has done this. I will walk humbly all my years because of this anguish of my soul.

I delight greatly in the Lord; my soul rejoices in my God. For he has clothed me with garments of salvation and arrayed me in a robe of his righteousness, as a bridegroom adorns his head like a priest, and as a bride adorns herself with her jewels.

This is what the Lord says: “Stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls. But you said, ‘We will not walk in it.’

I will rejoice in doing them good and will assuredly plant them in this land with all my heart and soul.

I well remember them, and my soul is downcast within me.

What I see brings grief to my soul because of all the women of my city.

They will shave their heads because of you and will put on sackcloth. They will weep over you with anguish of soul and with bitter mourning.

Will the Lord be pleased with thousands of rams, with ten thousand rivers of olive oil? Shall I offer my firstborn for my transgression, the fruit of my body for the sin of my soul?

Do not be afraid of those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather, be afraid of the One who can destroy both soul and body in hell.

Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.

What good will it be for someone to gain the whole world, yet forfeit their soul? Or what can anyone give in exchange for their soul?