Psalm 20
In the day of adversity, the Holy One
answers you;
the name of the Godde-of-our-ancestors
protects you.
Godde sends you help from the sanctuary –
and support from the holy mountain.
Godde remembers all your offerings
and accepts your sacrifices.
Godde offers you gifts for your heart
and blesses your counsel.
We sing of your salvation,
and lift up banners celebrating Godde's
name;
Godde fulfills our desires.
This I know:
Our Guardian brings salvation through
the anointed.
Godde answers the anointed from the
heavenly sanctuary
with the saving grace of a powerful
right hand.
Some trust in chariots, others trust in
horses,
but we trust in the name of our
Guardian and Godde.
Those whose trust is misplaced fall to
their knees
but we rise and stand steadfast.
Holy One, give victory to the anointed!
Answer us when we call!
Psalm 19 is in my computer in Montreal. I'll post it when I return from my visit to Plantation, Florida.
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ReplyDeleteThe heavens declare the glory of Godde;
the skies proclaim the work of Godde's hands.
Day speaks to day
night communes with night …
There is no utterance,
they use no words;
no sound is heard from them …
Yet their exclamation goes out into all the earth,
their words to the end of the world.
In the heavens
Godde has pitched a tent for the sun
which is like the lover
coming from the chamber,
or like the champion eager to run the course.
The sun rises at one end of the heavens
and makes its circuit to the other;
nothing is deprived of its warmth.
The Guardian's law is perfect,
renewing the soul.
The Holy One's decrees endure,
making the simple wise.
The Guardian's precepts are just,
giving joy to the heart.
The Protector's teachings are radiant,
giving light to the eyes.
Reverence for the Guardian is pure,
enduring forever.
The judgments of the Holy One are true;
all of them are righteous.
Words more desirable than gold –
even more precious than pure gold –
these teachings are sweeter than honey,
sweeter than drippings from the honeycomb.
Your servant heeds these words;
obedience brings its reward …
Who can discern their own errors?
Clear me of guilt, and keep me from
intentional sins;
don't let them rule me …
then I will be blameless,
innocent of grave offense.
May these words of my mouth
and the prayer of my heart,
be acceptable to you, Holy One,
my Ground of Being,
my Redeemer.