James Roberts (21 October 1981 / Saginaw, Michigan)
God, give Your own justice to the king,
Your own righteousness to the royal son,
so that he may rule Your people rightly
and Your poor with justice.
Let the mountains and hills
bring a message of peace for the people.
Uprightly He will defend the poorest,
He will save the children of those in need,
and crush their oppressors.
Like sun and moon He will endure
age after age,
welcome as rain that falls on the pasture,
and showers to thirsty soil.
In His days virtue will flourish,
a universal peace till the moon is no more;
His empire shall stretch from sea to sea,
from the river to the ends of the earth.
The Beast will cower before Him
and His enemies will grovel in the dust;
the kings of Tarshish and of the islands
will pay Him tribute.
The kings of Sheba and Seba
will offer gifts;
all kings will do Him homage,
all nations become His servants.
He will free the poor man who calls to Him,
and those who need help,
He will have pity on the poor and feeble,
and save the lives of those in need;
He will redeem their lives from exploitation and outrage,
their lives will be precious in His sight.
(Long may he live, may gold from Sheba be given Him!)
Prayer will be offered for Him constantly,
blessings invoked on him all day long.
Grain everywhere in the country,
even on the mountain tops,
abundant as Lebanon its harvest,
luxuriant as common grass!
Blessed be His name for ever,
enduring as long as the sun!
May every race in the world be blessed in Him,
and all the nations call him blessed!
Blessed be Yahweh, the god of Israel,
who alone performs these marvels!
Blessed for ever be His glorious Name,
may the whole world be filled with His glory!
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