Quotes About Song

For the choirmaster. To the tune of “The Lilies.” A Maskil of the sons of Korah. A love song. My heart is stirred by a noble theme as I recite my verses to the king; my tongue is the pen of a skillful writer.

A song. A Psalm of the sons of Korah. Great is the LORD, and greatly to be praised in the city of our God, His holy mountain.

For the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. A song. Praise awaits You, O God, in Zion; to You our vows will be fulfilled.

Those who sit at the gate mock me, and I am the song of drunkards.

I will praise Godís name in song and exalt Him with thanksgiving.

So I will praise You with the harp for Your faithfulness, O my God; I will sing praise to You with the lyre, O Holy One of Israel.

At night I remembered my song; in my heart I mused, and my spirit pondered:

Lift up a song, strike the tambourine, play the sweet-sounding harp and lyre.

Come, let us sing for joy to the LORD; let us shout to the Rock of our salvation!

Let us enter His presence with thanksgiving; let us make a joyful noise to Him in song.

Sing to the LORD a new song; sing to the LORD, all the earth.

A Psalm. Sing to the LORD a new song, for He has done wonders; His right hand and holy arm have gained Him the victory.

Sing praises to the LORD with the lyre, in melodious song with the harp.

A Psalm of David. I will sing of Your loving devotion and justice; to You, O LORD, I will sing praises.

A song. A Psalm of David. My heart is steadfast, O God; I will sing and make music with all my being.

The LORD is my strength and my song, and He has become my salvation.

for there our captors requested a song; our tormentors demanded songs of joy: “Sing us a song of Zion.”

How can we sing a song of the LORD in a foreign land?

They will sing of the ways of the LORD, for the glory of the LORD is great.

I will sing to You a new song, O God; on a harp of ten strings I will make music to You—

Hallelujah! Sing to the LORD a new song—His praise in the assembly of the godly.

This is Solomonís Song of Songs.

but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the favorite of the mother who bore her. The maidens see her and call her blessed; the queens and concubines sing her praises.

I will sing for my beloved a song of his vineyard: My beloved had a vineyard on a very fertile hill.