Psalm 32

Blessed is the one
whose rebelliousness is understood,
whose sentence is commuted.

Blessed is the one
whose spirit of rejection is healed by the Holy One,
whose spirit is without deceit.

When I acted deaf
my bones wasted away,
my groaning lasted all day long.

Day and night your hand felt heavy upon me,
my vitality evaporated
as in a summer drought.

Then I admitted that I had rejected you.
I didn't hide my guilt. I said, “I confess
my faithlessness to the Holy One.”

And you carried away my guilt;

this is the reason the faithful pray to you

seeking a time to meet with you …

The flood, the great waters won't touch me.

You are my shelter, you protect me from the Adversary,

and surround me with redemption songs –

I will instruct you

and show you the way you should go;

I will counsel you with insight …

Do not be like the horse or the mule,

without understanding,

controlled only by bit and bridle;

you don't want to be like them.
 

The sorrows of wrathfulness feel endless,

but the unfailing love of the Holy One

surrounds the one who trusts Godde.

Rejoice in the Holy One and be glad, draw near

and sing, all you whose hearts are true.

Psalm 31

In you, my Protector, I have found refuge,
you would never shame me;
your integrity is my salvation.

Turn your ear to me,
come swiftly to my rescue;
be my rock of refuge, a strong, saving fortress.

My rock and my fortress, by your name lead and guard me.

Keep me free from the trap that is set for me,
for you are my refuge.

Into your hands I commit my soul;
deliver me, Holy One, my true Godde.

I hate the lies, the vanities that would ensnare;
let me trust in the Holy One.

I am glad and rejoice in your love,
for you have seen my affliction
and have known the anguish of my soul;

you have not abandoned me to the Adversary
but have established me in a spacious place.

Be merciful to me, my Guardian, for I am in distress …
My eyes are weakened by sorrow; my soul, my body by grief.

My life is consumed by anguish and my years by groaning;

my strength fails when I am unjust
my essence grows weak.

Even among my neighbors

– to those who despise me –
I am disgraced.

My acquaintances dread seeing me,
those who meet me on the street turn from me.

I am forgotten as though I were dead;
I am a broken vessel.

Sometimes I hear whisperings …
“Terror on every side!”

Evil conspires against me,

seeking my destruction.

But I trust in you, Holy One;
I say, “You are my Godde.”

My days are in your hands;
deliver me from the hands of the Adversary,
from all who wish me harm.

Let your face shine on your servant;
save me with your unfailing love.

You would never shame me, Holy One,
I have cried out to you,

let wickedness dissolve in shame,
silenced in the realm of the dead!

Let lying lips be silenced –

pride and contempt as well –
all that speaks arrogantly, hating integrity.

You establish abundant goodness,

you bestow bounty in the sight of all;

those who revere you find refuge in you.

In the shelter of your presence you hide
all human intrigues;

in your dwelling you keep us safe
from accusations.

Praise the Holy One,
who shows us the wonders of love
even when we are besieged ...

In my alarm I said,
“I am cut off from your sight!”

Yet you heard my cry for mercy
when I called to you for help.

Love our faithful Protector all people!
The Holy One preserves those who trust;

the proud receive just recompense.

Be strong and take heart,
all you who hope in the Holy One.

Psalm 30

I will exalt you, Holy One;

you raised me up,
you did not let arrogance overwhelm me.

Holy Guardian, my Godde,

I cried to you for help, and you healed me.

Holy One, you lifted up my soul;
you have kept me alive,

I will not be subdued by the grave. 

Sing to the Holy One, all you who trust Godde;
give thanks as a memorial to Godde's holiness.

Godde's anger flares for a moment,
but Godde's favor is life-giving;

weeping may endure for a night,
but rejoicing comes with the morning.

When I was flourishing, I said,
“I am forever unmoved.”

Holy One, by your benevolence
you have made mountains endure,

but when you concealed your presence,
I was dismayed,

I cried to you, Holy One, our Guardian;

I sought mercy,

“What profit is there

if my life is subdued in my grave?

Will the dust praise you?
Will it make known your truth?

Holy One, hear me, and be merciful;
O Guardian, be my help.”

You have transformed my wailing into dancing;
you have thrown away my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,

gloriously, I will sing your praises and not be silent.
My Guardian, my Godde, I will give thanks to you forever.

Psalm 29

Ascribe to the Holy One,

you divine beings,
ascribe to the Holy One

glory and strength.

Ascribe to the Holy One all glory;
worship Godde in the splendor of holiness.

The voice of the Holy One sounds over the waters;
the Godde of glory thunders,
the Holy One roars in the mighty waters.

The voice of Godde is power;
the voice of the Holy One is majesty.
The voice of the Holy One breaks cedars;
The Holy One shatters the cedars of Lebanon.

Godde makes Lebanon and Mount Hermon

leap like a calf, like a young wild ox.

The voice of the Holy One

kindles flames of fire …

The voice of the Holy One shakes the desert;
Godde shakes the Desert of Kadesh;

the does writhe in travail …

The voice of the Holy One strips bare the forests.

And in Godde's temple all cry, “Glory!”

The Holy One abides above the deluge
The Holy One abides as Sovereign forever.

The Holy One gives strength to the people;
The Holy One blesses the people with peace.