Your words were found, and I ate them. Your words became my joy and my heart’s delight. For I bear Your name, O LORD God of Hosts.
And I went to the angel and said, “Give me the small scroll.” “Take it and eat it,” he said. “It will make your stomach
“Son of man,” He said to me, “eat what you find here. Eat this scroll, then go and speak to the house of Israel.”
I have kept my feet from every evil path, that I may keep Your word.
I have not departed from the command of His lips; I have treasured the words of His mouth more than my daily bread.
They are more precious than gold, than much pure gold; they are sweeter than honey, than honey from the comb.
Your testimonies are my heritage forever, for they are the joy of my heart.
Oh, how I love Your law! All day long it is my meditation.
The law from Your mouth is more precious to me than thousands of pieces of gold and silver.
Why are You like a man taken by surprise, like a warrior powerless to save? Yet You are among us, O LORD, and we are cal