Psalm 92 Poem by Justin Reamer

Psalm 92



It is good to give thanks to Yahweh,
to play in honour of Your Name, Most High,
to proclaim Your love at daybreak
and Your faithfulness all through the night
to the music of the zither and lyre,
to the rippling of the harp.

I am happy, Yahweh, at what You have done;
at Your achievements I joyfully exclaim,
'Great are Your achievements, Yahweh,
immensely deep Your thoughts! '
Stupid men are not aware of this,
fools can never appreciate it.

The wicked may sprout as thick as weeds
and every evil-doer flourish,
but only to be everlastingly destroyed,
whereas You are supreme for ever.
See how Your enemies perish,
how all evil men are routed.

You raise my horn as if I were a wild ox,
You pour fresh oil on my head;
I was able to see those who were spying on me,
to overhear what the wicked were whispering,
so the virtuous flourish like palm trees
and grow as tall as the cedars of Lebanon.

Planted in the house of Yahweh,
they will flourish in the courts of our God,
still bearing fruit in old age,
still remaining fresh and green,
to proclaim that God is righteous,
my rock in whom no fault is to be found!

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I transcribed this psalm from the Jerusalem Bible so you can read it and take it to heart. I hope you enjoy it and let it bring you closer to God. May God bless you!
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Justin Reamer

Justin Reamer

Holland, Michigan
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