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God: "I looked for someone to take a stand for me, and stand in the gap" (Ezekiel 22:30)

I believe firmly that the moment our hearts are emptied of pride and selfishness and ambition and everything that is contrary to God’s law, the Holy Spirit will fill every corner of our hearts. But if we are full of pride and conceit and ambition and the world, there is no room for the Spirit of God. We must be emptied before we can be filled.
D.L. Moody

Bible – Afrikaans – Psalms Chapter 42:1-12.

Index: Afrikaans

 

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42:1 Vir die musiekleier. ‘n Onderwysing van die kinders van Korag.

42:2 Soos ‘n hert wat smag na waterstrome, so smag my siel na U, o God!

42:3 My siel dors na God, na die lewende God; wanneer sal ek ingaan en voor die aangesig van God verskyn?

42:4 My trane is my spys dag en nag, omdat hulle die hele dag vir my sê: Waar is jou God?

42:5 Hieraan wil ek dink en my siel uitstort in my: hoe ek gewoond was om voort te trek met die skare, hulle gelei het na die huis van God, met die stem van jubel en lof- ‘n feesvierende menigte!

42:6 Wat buig jy jou neer, o my siel, en is onrustig in my? Hoop op God; want ek sal Hom nog loof- die verlossing van sy aangesig!

42:7 o My God, my siel buig hom neer in my; daarom dink ek aan U uit die land van die Jordaan en die Hermons, van die klein gebergte af.

42:8 Die vloed roep na die vloed by die gedruis van u waterstrome; al u bare en u golwe het oor my heengegaan.

42:9 Maar die HERE sal oordag sy goedertierenheid gebied, en in die nag sal sy lied by my wees, ‘n gebed tot die God van my lewe.

42:10 Ek wil spreek tot God: My rots, waarom vergeet U my? Waarom gaan ek in die rou deur die vyande se verdrukking?

42:11 Met ‘n doodsteek in my gebeente smaad my teëstanders my as hulle die hele dag vir my sê: Waar is jou God?

42:12 Wat buig jy jou neer, o my siel, en wat is jy onrustig in my? Hoop op God, want ek sal Hom nog loof- die verlossing van my aangesig en my God!