R/. O Lord, how I love your law.
I have said, “O Lord, my portion
is to obey your words.”
The law from your mouth means more to me
than large quantities of silver and gold. R.
Let your merciful love console me
by your promise to your servant.
Show me compassion, that I may live,
for your law is my delight. R.
That is why I love your commands
more than finest gold,
why I rule my life by your precepts,
and hate false ways. R.
Your decrees are wonderful indeed;
therefore my soul obeys them.
The unfolding of your word gives light,
and understanding to the simple. R