Sing praises to the Master, Who dwells in Zion! Declare among the peoples His doings!
For He Who avenges the blood [of His people shed unjustly] remembers them; He does not forget the cry of the afflicted (the poor and the humble).
Have mercy upon me and be gracious to me, O Master; consider how I am afflicted by those who hate me, You Who lift me up from the gates of death,
That I may show forth (recount and tell aloud) all Your praises! In the gates of the Daughter of Zion I will rejoice in Your salvation and Your saving help.
The nations have sunk down in the pit that they made; in the net which they hid is their own foot caught.
The Master has made Himself known; He executes judgment; the wicked are snared in the work of their own hands. Higgaion [meditation]. Selah [pause, and calmly think of that]!
The wicked shall be turned back [headlong into premature death] into Sheol (the place of the departed spirits of the wicked), even all the nations that forget or are forgetful of the Almighty Creator of everything existent.
For the needy shall not always be forgotten, and the expectation and hope of the meek and the poor shall not perish forever.
Arise, O Master! Let not man prevail; let the nations be judged before You.
Put them in fear [make them realize their frail nature], O Master, that the nations may know themselves to be but men. Selah [pause, and calmly think of that]! End of quote.
- Thank You for hearing and answering me as You have always done.
- Even so?
Wonderful Deeds? Blessings In Disguise …?
It is now Monday, April 5, 2021 at 5:02 pm. The tears flow. The oppression from the enemy is not a light matter. But You are in control of the enemy no matter what or who the enemy uses to harm me. Psalms 42 comes to mind.
Quote:
Psalms 42:1-11. Modified to address my Yah personally.
AS THE hart pants and longs for the water brooks, so I pant and long for You, O my Yah.
My inner self thirsts for You, for the living Yahuwah, my Yah. When shall I come and behold Your face? [Joh_7:37; 1Th_1:9-10]
My tears have been my food day and night, while men say to me all day long, Where is your God?
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 God [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.
