his banner over me was love

Psalms Of King David—The Psalmist Of Ancient Times …

Personally Accepted & Absorbed In The Soul Of The Writer Of This Post …

He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High shall remain stable and fixed under the shadow of the Almighty—Whose power no foe can withstand. I will say of Yahuwah, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my Almighty Creator, on Him I lean and rely, and in Him I confidently trust!”

And because I live under His shadow He will deliver me from the snare of the fowler and from the deadly pestilence.  And He will cover me with His pinions, and under His wings shall I trust and find refuge; His truth and His faithfulness are a shield and a buckler to me.

And I shall not be afraid of the terror of the night, nor of the arrow—the evil plots and slanders of the wicked that flies by day, nor of the pestilence that stalks in darkness, nor of the destruction and sudden death that surprise and lay waste at noonday.  Psalms 91:1-5

AS THE hart pants and longs for the water brooks …

so I pant and long for You, O my Master! …

My inner self thirsts for the Almighty Creator of my being …

For the living Almighty …

When shall I come and behold the face …

Of the Almighty Creator of my being? …

My tears have been my food day and night …

While men say to me all day long …

Where is your Almighty? …

These things I earnestly remember …

and pour myself out within me: …

How I went slowly before the throng …

and led them in procession …

to the house of the Almighty Creator of my beings …

like a bandmaster before his band …

timing the steps to the sound of music …

and the chant of song

with the voice of shouting and praise …

a throng keeping festival …

Why are you cast down, O my inner self? …

And why should you moan over me …

and be disquieted within me? …

Hope in the Almighty Creator of our beings …

and wait expectantly for Him …

for I shall yet praise Him

my Help and my Almighty …

O my Master …

my life is cast down upon me …

and I find the burden more than I can bear

therefore will I earnestly remember You …

from the land of the Jordan River

and the summits of Mount Hermon …

from the little mountain Mizar. …

Roaring deep calls to roaring deep …

at the thunder of Your waterspouts …

all Your breakers …

and Your rolling waves …

have gone over me …

Yet my Master will command …

His loving-kindness in the daytime …

and in the night His song shall be with me …

a prayer to the Almighty of my life …

I will say to my Master—my Rock …

Why have You forgotten me? …

Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy? …

As with a sword crushing in my bones …

my enemies taunt and reproach me …

while they say continually to me …

Where is your Almighty? …

Why are you cast down, O my inner self? …

And why should you moan over me …

and be disquieted within me? …

Hope in the Almighty Creator of our beings …

and wait expectantly for Him …

for I shall yet praise Him …

Who is the help of my countenance …

and my Almighty.  Psalms 42:1-11

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