Have a favorite verse from Psalms?

[AlecBGreen]

I came across this one years ago and I can still remember it to this day.

Praise be to the Lord, to God our Savior
who daily bears our burdens.

Our God is a God who saves;
from the Soverign Lord
comes escape from death.

--Psalm 68:19-20

I was reading my Bible at dawn in a hole-in-the-wall restaurant in Lhasa, Tibet. Pilgrims were everywhere, chatting it up and drinking milk tea. Every now and then one would see me reading, smile, and bring over some tea. That time and this verse will never leave me.

...and you? What are some of your favorite Psalms? Why do they stick out to you?

:hi:
Alec

[Rabrrrrrr]

1. Well, there's a funny line in Psalm 3

For you strike all my enemies on the cheek;
you break the teeth of the wicked.

But I'm a big fan of Psalm 139:

O LORD, you have searched me and known me.
You know when I sit down and when I rise up; you discern my thoughts from far away.
You search out my path and my lying down, and are acquainted with all my ways.
Even before a word is on my tongue, O LORD, you know it completely.
You hem me in, behind and before, and lay your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is so high that I cannot attain it.
Where can I go from your spirit? Or where can I flee from your presence?
If I ascend to heaven, you are there; if I make my bed in Sheol, you are there.
If I take the wings of the morning and settle at the farthest limits of the sea, even there your hand shall lead me, and your right hand shall hold me fast.
If I say, "Surely the darkness shall cover me, and the light around me become night," even the darkness is not dark to you; the night is as bright as the day, for darkness is as light to you.
For it was you who formed my inward parts; you knit me together in my mother's womb.
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; that I know very well.
My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes beheld my unformed substance. In your book were written all the days that were formed for me, when none of them as yet existed.
How weighty to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them!
I try to count them--they are more than the sand; I come to the end - I am still with you.

[AlecBGreen]

2. wow

thanks for sharing that. I really like it!