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ESV — Daily Light on the Daily Path: Day 76
76
Morning
James 4:14; Job 9:25, 26; Ps. 90:5, 6; Job 14:1, 2; 1 John 2:17; Ps. 102:26, 27; Heb. 13:8

What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes.

“My days are swifter than a runner; they flee away; they see no good. They go by like skiffs of reed, like an eagle swooping on the prey.”—You sweep them away as with a flood; they are like a dream, like grass that is renewed in the morning: in the morning it flourishes and is renewed; in the evening it fades and withers.—“Man who is born of a woman is few of days and full of trouble. He comes out like a flower and withers.”

And the world is passing away along with its desires, but whoever does the will of God abides forever.—They will perish, but you will remain; they will all wear out like a garment. You will change them like a robe, and they will pass away, but you are the same, and your years have no end.—Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever.

Evening
1 Cor. 14:15; Eph. 5:18, 19; Col. 3:16; Ps. 145:21; Ps. 147:1, 7; Rev. 14:2

I will sing praise with my spirit, but I will sing with my mind also.

Be filled with the Spirit, addressing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody to the Lord with all your heart.—Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly, teaching and admonishing one another in all wisdom, singing psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, with thankfulness in your hearts to God.

My mouth will speak the praise of the Lord, and let all flesh bless his holy name forever and ever.

Praise the Lord! For it is good to sing praises to our God; for it is pleasant, and a song of praise is fitting…. Sing to the Lord with thanksgiving; make melody to our God on the lyre!

And I heard a voice from heaven like the roar of many waters and like the sound of loud thunder. The voice I heard was like the sound of harpists playing on their harps.

14 yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For tyou are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes.


25  “My edays are swifter than fa runner;

they flee away; they see no good.


26  They go by like gskiffs of reed,

like han eagle swooping on the prey.


You dsweep them away as with a flood; they are like ea dream,

like fgrass that is renewed in the morning:


in ithe morning it flourishes and is renewed;

in the evening it jfades and kwithers.


Job Continues: Death Comes Soon to All

14  “Man who is kborn of a woman

is lfew of days and mfull of trouble.


He comes out like na flower and owithers;

he flees like pa shadow and continues not.


17 And zthe world is passing away along with its desires, but whoever does the will of God abides forever.


26  sThey will perish, but tyou will remain;

they will all wear out like a garment.

You will change them like a robe, and they will pass away,


27  but uyou are the same, and your years have no end.


Jesus Christ is hthe same yesterday and today and forever.


15 What am I to do? I will pray with my spirit, but I will pray with my mind also; dI will sing praise with my spirit, but I will esing with my mind also.


18 And sdo not get drunk with wine, for that is tdebauchery, but ube filled with the Spirit,


19 addressing one another in vpsalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody to the Lord with your heart,


16 Let pthe word of Christ dwell in you richly, teaching and admonishing one another in all wisdom, qsinging psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, rwith thankfulness in your hearts to God.


21  My mouth will speak the praise of the Lord,

and mlet all flesh bless his holy name forever and ever.


He Heals the Brokenhearted

147  iPraise the Lord!

For jit is good to sing praises to our God;

for kit is pleasant,1 and la song of praise is fitting.

Footnotes

[1] 147:1 Or for he is beautiful


wSing to the Lord with thanksgiving;

make melody to our God on xthe lyre!


And I heard a voice from heaven alike the roar of many waters and blike the sound of loud thunder. The voice I heard was like the sound of charpists playing on their harps,