Psalm 33 - Poem by Justin Reamer
Shout for joy to Yahweh, all virtuous men,
praise comes well form upright hearts;
give thanks to Yahweh on the lyre,
play to Him on the ten-string harp;
sing a new song in His honour,
play with all your skill as you acclaim Him!
The Word of Yahweh is integrity itself,
all He does is done faithfully;
He loves virtue and justice,
Yahweh's love fills the earth.
By the Word of Yahweh the heavens were made,
their whole array by the breath of His mouth;
He collects the ocean waters as though in a wineskin,
He stores the deeps in cellars.
Let the whole world fear Yahweh,
let all who live on earth revere Him!
He spoke, and it was created;
He commanded, and there it stood.
Yahweh thwarts the plans of nations,
frustrates the intentions of peoples;
but Yahweh's plans hold good for ever,
the intentions of His heart from age to age.
Happy the nations whose God is Yahweh,
the people He has chosen for His heritage.
Yahweh looks down from heaven,
He sees the whole human race;
from where He sits He watches
all who live on the earth,
He who moulds every heart
and takes note of all men do.
A large army will not keep a king safe,
nor does the hero escape by his great strength;
it is delusion to rely on the horse for safety,
for all its power, it cannot save.
But see how the eye of Yahweh is on those who fear Him,
on those who rely on His Love,
to rescue their souls from death
and keep them alive in famine.
Our soul awaits Yahweh,
He is our help and shield;
our hearts rejoice in Him,
we trust in His Holy Name.
Yahweh, let Your Love rest on us
as our hope has rested in You.
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