Tuesday, May 11, 2010

May Eleven


~Good Morning~

  • This Bible is in Chronological order. The psalms have been weaved in with David's life. But is now, I guess, is finishing the book since David is now dead. When would people think that David has some fatal disease? I wonder why they did not weave this part in the other parts of the books.

    7 All who hate me whisper about me,
          imagining the worst.
     8 "He has some fatal disease," they say.
          "He will never get out of that bed!"
     9 Even my best friend, the one I trusted completely,
          the one who shared my food, has turned against me.

  • Who (whom?) is David talking to here?
12 It is not an enemy who taunts me—
      I could bear that.
   It is not my foes who so arrogantly insult me—
      I could have hidden from them.
 13 Instead, it is you—my equal,
      my companion and close friend.
 14 What good fellowship we once enjoyed
      as we walked together to the house of God.



 
Psalm 39

For Jeduthun, the choir director: A psalm of David.

 1 I said to myself, "I will watch what I do
      and not sin in what I say.
   I will hold my tongue
      when the ungodly are around me."
 2 But as I stood there in silence—
      not even speaking of good things—
      the turmoil within me grew worse.
 3 The more I thought about it,
      the hotter I got,
      igniting a fire of words:
 4 "Lord, remind me how brief my time on earth will be.
      Remind me that my days are numbered—
      how fleeting my life is.
 5 You have made my life no longer than the width of my hand.
      My entire lifetime is just a moment to you;
      at best, each of us is but a breath."
                         Interlude

 6 We are merely moving shadows,
      and all our busy rushing ends in nothing.
   We heap up wealth,
      not knowing who will spend it.
 7 And so, Lord, where do I put my hope?
      My only hope is in you.
 8 Rescue me from my rebellion.
      Do not let fools mock me.
 9 I am silent before you; I won't say a word,
      for my punishment is from you.
 10 But please stop striking me!
      I am exhausted by the blows from your hand.
 11 When you discipline us for our sins,
      you consume like a moth what is precious to us.
      Each of us is but a breath.
                         Interlude

 12 Hear my prayer, O Lord!
      Listen to my cries for help!
      Don't ignore my tears.
   For I am your guest—
      a traveler passing through,
      as my ancestors were before me.
 13 Leave me alone so I can smile again
      before I am gone and exist no more.

Psalm 40

For the choir director: A psalm of David.

 1 I waited patiently for the Lord to help me,
      and he turned to me and heard my cry.
 2 He lifted me out of the pit of despair,
      out of the mud and the mire.
   He set my feet on solid ground
      and steadied me as I walked along.
 3 He has given me a new song to sing,
      a hymn of praise to our God.
   Many will see what he has done and be amazed.
      They will put their trust in the Lord.

 4 Oh, the joys of those who trust the Lord,
      who have no confidence in the proud
      or in those who worship idols.
 5 O Lord my God, you have performed many wonders for us.
      Your plans for us are too numerous to list.
      You have no equal.
   If I tried to recite all your wonderful deeds,
      I would never come to the end of them.

 6 You take no delight in sacrifices or offerings.
      Now that you have made me listen, I finally understand—
      you don't require burnt offerings or sin offerings.
 7 Then I said, "Look, I have come.
      As is written about me in the Scriptures:
 8 I take joy in doing your will, my God,
      for your instructions are written on my heart."

 9 I have told all your people about your justice.
      I have not been afraid to speak out,
      as you, O Lord, well know.
 10 I have not kept the good news of your justice hidden in my heart;
      I have talked about your faithfulness and saving power.
   I have told everyone in the great assembly
      of your unfailing love and faithfulness.

 11 Lord, don't hold back your tender mercies from me.
      Let your unfailing love and faithfulness always protect me.
 12 For troubles surround me—
      too many to count!
   My sins pile up so high
      I can't see my way out.
   They outnumber the hairs on my head.
      I have lost all courage.

 13 Please, Lord, rescue me!
      Come quickly, Lord, and help me.
 14 May those who try to destroy me
      be humiliated and put to shame.
   May those who take delight in my trouble
      be turned back in disgrace.
 15 Let them be horrified by their shame,
      for they said, "Aha! We've got him now!"

 16 But may all who search for you
      be filled with joy and gladness in you.
   May those who love your salvation
      repeatedly shout, "The Lord is great!"
 17 As for me, since I am poor and needy,
      let the Lord keep me in his thoughts.
   You are my helper and my savior.
      O my God, do not delay.

Psalm 41

For the choir director: A psalm of David.

 1 Oh, the joys of those who are kind to the poor!
      The Lord rescues them when they are in trouble.
 2 The Lord protects them
      and keeps them alive.
   He gives them prosperity in the land
      and rescues them from their enemies.
 3 The Lord nurses them when they are sick
      and restores them to health.

 4 "O Lord," I prayed, "have mercy on me.
      Heal me, for I have sinned against you."
 5 But my enemies say nothing but evil about me.
      "How soon will he die and be forgotten?" they ask.
 6 They visit me as if they were my friends,
      but all the while they gather gossip,
      and when they leave, they spread it everywhere.
 7 All who hate me whisper about me,
      imagining the worst.
 8 "He has some fatal disease," they say.
      "He will never get out of that bed!"
 9 Even my best friend, the one I trusted completely,
      the one who shared my food, has turned against me.


 10 Lord, have mercy on me.
      Make me well again, so I can pay them back!
 11 I know you are pleased with me,
      for you have not let my enemies triumph over me.
 12 You have preserved my life because I am innocent;
      you have brought me into your presence forever.

 13 Praise the Lord, the God of Israel,
      who lives from everlasting to everlasting.
   Amen and amen!

Book Two (Psalms 42–72)

  
 
Psalm 53 

Psalm 53

For the choir director: A meditation; a psalm of David.

 1 Only fools say in their hearts,
      "There is no God."
   They are corrupt, and their actions are evil;
      not one of them does good!

 2 God looks down from heaven
      on the entire human race;
   he looks to see if anyone is truly wise,
      if anyone seeks God.
 3 But no, all have turned away;
      all have become corrupt.
   No one does good,
      not a single one!

 4 Will those who do evil never learn?
      They eat up my people like bread
      and wouldn't think of praying to God.
 5 Terror will grip them,
      terror like they have never known before.
   God will scatter the bones of your enemies.
      You will put them to shame, for God has rejected them.

 6 Who will come from Mount Zion to rescue Israel?
      When God restores his people,
      Jacob will shout with joy, and Israel will rejoice.
Psalm 55 

Psalm 55

For the choir director: A psalm of David, to be accompanied by stringed instruments.

 1 Listen to my prayer, O God.
      Do not ignore my cry for help!
 2 Please listen and answer me,
      for I am overwhelmed by my troubles.
 3 My enemies shout at me,
      making loud and wicked threats.
   They bring trouble on me
      and angrily hunt me down.

 4 My heart pounds in my chest.
      The terror of death assaults me.
 5 Fear and trembling overwhelm me,
      and I can't stop shaking.
 6 Oh, that I had wings like a dove;
      then I would fly away and rest!
 7 I would fly far away
      to the quiet of the wilderness.
                         Interlude

 8 How quickly I would escape—
      far from this wild storm of hatred.

 9 Confuse them, Lord, and frustrate their plans,
      for I see violence and conflict in the city.
 10 Its walls are patrolled day and night against invaders,
      but the real danger is wickedness within the city.
 11 Everything is falling apart;
      threats and cheating are rampant in the streets.

 12 It is not an enemy who taunts me—
      I could bear that.
   It is not my foes who so arrogantly insult me—
      I could have hidden from them.
 13 Instead, it is you—my equal,
      my companion and close friend.
 14 What good fellowship we once enjoyed
      as we walked together to the house of God.

 15 Let death stalk my enemies;
      let the grave swallow them alive,
      for evil makes its home within them.

 16 But I will call on God,
      and the Lord will rescue me.
 17 Morning, noon, and night
      I cry out in my distress,
      and the Lord hears my voice.
 18 He ransoms me and keeps me safe
      from the battle waged against me,
      though many still oppose me.
 19 God, who has ruled forever,
      will hear me and humble them.
                         Interlude

   For my enemies refuse to change their ways;
      they do not fear God.

 20 As for my companion, he betrayed his friends;
      he broke his promises.
 21 His words are as smooth as butter,
      but in his heart is war.
   His words are as soothing as lotion,
      but underneath are daggers!

 22 Give your burdens to the Lord,
      and he will take care of you.
      He will not permit the godly to slip and fall.

 23 But you, O God, will send the wicked
      down to the pit of destruction.
   Murderers and liars will die young,
      but I am trusting you to save me.
Psalm 58 

Psalm 58

For the choir director: A psalm of David, to be sung to the tune "Do Not Destroy!"

 1 Justice—do you rulers know the meaning of the word?
      Do you judge the people fairly?
 2 No! You plot injustice in your hearts.
      You spread violence throughout the land.
 3 These wicked people are born sinners;
      even from birth they have lied and gone their own way.
 4 They spit venom like deadly snakes;
      they are like cobras that refuse to listen,
 5 ignoring the tunes of the snake charmers,
      no matter how skillfully they play.

 6 Break off their fangs, O God!
      Smash the jaws of these lions, O Lord!
 7 May they disappear like water into thirsty ground.
      Make their weapons useless in their hands.
 8 May they be like snails that dissolve into slime,
      like a stillborn child who will never see the sun.
 9 God will sweep them away, both young and old,
      faster than a pot heats over burning thorns.

 10 The godly will rejoice when they see injustice avenged.
      They will wash their feet in the blood of the wicked.
 11 Then at last everyone will say,
      "There truly is a reward for those who live for God;
      surely there is a God who judges justly here on earth."

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