Psalms 107-109
Psalm 107
Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good. His love endures forever. Let the redeemed of the Lord say this – those He redeemed from the hand of the foe, those He gathered from the lands, from East & West, from North & South.
Some wandered in desert wastelands, finding no way to a city where they could settle. They were hungry & thirsty, & their lives ebbed away. Then they cried out to the Lord in their trouble, & He delivered them from their distress.
He led them by a straight way to a city where they could settle. Let them give thanks to the Lord for His unfailing love & His wonderful deeds for men, for He satisfies the thirsty & fills the hungry with good things.
Some sat in darkness & the deepest gloom, prisoners suffering in iron chains, for they’d rebelled against the words of God & despised the counsel of the Most High. So He subjected them to bitter labor. They stumbled & there was no one to help.
Then they cried to the Lord in their trouble, & He saved them from their distress. He brought them out of darkness & the deepest gloom & broke away their chains. Let them give thanks to the Lord for His unfailing love & His wonderful deeds for men.
For He breaks down gates of bronze & cuts through bars of iron. Some became fools through their rebellious ways & suffered affliction because of their iniquities. They loathed all food & drew near the gates of death.
Then they cried to the Lord in their trouble, & He saved them from their distress. He sent forth His word & healed them. He rescued them from their distress. He rescued them from the grave. Let them give thanks to the Lord for His unfailing love & His wonderful deeds for men.
Let them sacrifice thank offerings & tell of His works with songs of joy. Others went out on the sea in ships. They were merchants on the mighty waters. They saw the works of the Lord, His wonderful deeds in the deep.
For He spoke & stirred up a tempest that lifted high the waves. They mounted up to the Heavens & went down to the depths, in their peril their courage melted away. They reeled & staggered like drunken men.
They were at their wits’ end. Then they cried out to the Lord in their trouble, & he brought them out of their distress. He stilled the storm to a whisper, the waves of the sea were hushed. They were glad when it grew calm, & he guided them to their desired haven.
Let them give thanks to the Lord for His unfailing love & His wonderful deeds for men. Let them exalt Him in the assembly of the people & praise Him in the council of the elders. He turned rivers into a desert, flowing springs into thirsty ground, & fruitful land into a salt waste, because of the wickedness of those who lived there.
He turned the desert into pools of water & the parched ground into flowing springs. There He brought the hungry to live, & they founded a city where they could settle. They sowed fields & planted vineyards that yielded a fruitful harvest.
He blessed them, & their numbers greatly increased, & He didn’t let their herds diminish. Then their numbers decreased, & they were humbled by oppression, calamity, & sorrow. He who pours contempt on nobles made them wander in a trackless waste.
But He lifted the needy out of their affliction & increased their families like flocks. The upright see & rejoice, but all the wicked shut their mouths. Whoever is wise, let him heed these things, & consider the great love of the Lord.
Psalm 108
My heart is steadfast, O God. I’ll sing & make music with all my soul. Awake, harp & lyre! I’ll awaken the dawn. I’ll praise you, O Lord, among the nations. I’ll sing of you among the peoples. For great is Your love, higher than the Heavens. Yet Your faithfulness reaches to the skies.
Be exalted, O God, above the heavens, & let Your glory be over all the Earth. Save us & help us with Your right hand, that those You love may be delivered. God has spoken from His sanctuary: “In triumph, I’ll parcel out Shechem & measure off the Valley of Succoth.”
“Gilead is Mine, Manasseh is Mine; Ephraim is My helmet, Judah My scepter. Moab is My washbasin, upon Edom I toss My sandal; over Philistia, I shout in triumph.” Who will bring me to the fortified city?
Who will lead me to Edom? Is it not You, O God, You who have rejected us & no longer go out with our armies? Give us aid against the enemy, for the help of man is worthless. With God we’ll gain the victory & He’ll trample down our enemies.
Psalm 109
O God, whom I praise, don’t remain silent. For wicked & deceitful men have opened their mouths against me. They’ve spoken against me with lying tongues. With words of hatred, they surround me. They attack me without cause.
In return for my friendship they accuse me, but I’m a man of prayer. They repay me evil for good & hatred for my friendship. Appoint an evil man to oppose him. Let an accuser stand at his right hand.
When he’s tried, let him be found guilty, & may his prayers condemn him. May his day be few. May another take his place of leadership. (Check out Acts 1:20.) May he’s children be fatherless & his wife a widow. May his children be wandering beggars. May they be driven from their ruined homes.
May a creditor seize all he has. May strangers plunder the fruits of his labor. May no one extend kindness to him or take pity on his fatherless children. May his descendants be cut off, their names blotted out from the next generation.
May the iniquity of his fathers be remembered before the Lord. May the sin always remain before the Lord, that he may cut off the memory of them from the earth. For he never thought of doing a kindness, but hounded to death the poor & the needy & the brokenhearted.
He loved to pronounce a curse – may it come on him. He found no pleasure in blessing – may if be far from him. He wore cursing as his garment. It entered into his body like water, into his bones like oil.
May it be like a cloak wrapped about him, like a belt tied forever around him. May this be the Lord’s payment to my accusers, to those who speak evil of me. But you, O Sovereign Lord, deal well with me for Your name’s sake.
Out of the goodness of Your love, deliver me. For I’m poor & needy, & my heart is wounded within me. I fade away like an evening shadow. I’m shaken off like a locust. My knees give way from fasting.
My body is thin & gaunt. I’m an object of scorn to my accusers. When they see me, they shake their heads. Help me, O Lord my God. Save me in accordance with Your love. Let them know that it’s Your hand.
That you, O Lord, have done it. They may curse, but You’ll bless. When they attack, they’ll put to shame. My accusers will be clothed with disgrace & wrapped in shame as in a cloak. With my mouth, I’ll greatly extol the Lord.
In the great throng, I’ll praise him. For he stands at the right hand of the needy one, to save his life from those who condemn him.
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