Psalms: Book 1 (Ch. 1-41) | Bible Reading

Narrator: Jesse Turkington

Bible Translation: New Living Translation

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Episode Summary

Oh, the joys of those who do not follow the advice of the wicked, or stand around with sinners, or join in with mockers. But they delight in the law of the Lord, meditating on it day and night. They are like trees planted along the riverbank, bearing fruit each season. Their leaves never wither, and they prosper in all they do (Psalm 1:1-3 NLT).
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00:00 Intro

00:20 Chapter 1

01:08 Chapter 2

02:42 Chapter 3

03:41 Chapter 4

04:56 Chapter 5

06:46 Chapter 6

07:57 Chapter 7

10:03 Chapter 8

11:09 Chapter 9

13:33 Chapter 10

15:50 Chapter 11

16:52 Chapter 12

18:02 Chapter 13

18:51 Chapter 14

19:56 Chapter 15

20:41 Chapter 16

22:00 Chapter 17

23:59 Chapter 18

29:52 Chapter 19

31:48 Chapter 20

32:58 Chapter 21

34:30 Chapter 22

38:28 Chapter 23

39:22 Chapter 24

40:32 Chapter 25

42:58 Chapter 26

44:12 Chapter 27

46:24 Chapter 28

47:50 Chapter 29

49:13 Chapter 30

50:44 Chapter 31

54:07 Chapter 32

55:45 Chapter 33

58:00 Chapter 34

01:00:27 Chapter 35

01:04:08 Chapter 36 

01:05:40 Chapter 37 

01:10:02 Chapter 38

01:12:13 Chapter 39

01:14:08 Chapter 40

01:16:59 Chapter 41

01:18:38 Outro


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