Psalm 68:1-20.
Psalm 68.1-20
(A psalm and a song by David for the music leader.)
God Will Win the Battle
Do something, God! Scatter your hateful enemies. Make them turn and
run. Scatter them like smoke! When you come near, make them melt like
wax in a fire. But let your people be happy and celebrate because of
you.
Our God, you are the one who rides on the clouds, and we praise you.
Your name is the Lord, and we celebrate as we worship you.
Our God, from your sacred home you take care of orphans and protect
widows. You find families for those who are lonely. You set prisoners
free and let them prosper, but all who rebel will live in a scorching
desert.
You set your people free, and you led them through the desert. God of
Israel, the earth trembled, and rain poured down. You alone are the
God who rules from Mount Sinai. When your land was thirsty, you sent
showers to refresh it. Your people settled there, and you were
generous to everyone in need.
You gave the command, and a chorus of women told what had happened:
"Kings and their armies retreated and ran, and everything they left is
now being divided. And for those who stayed back to guard the sheep,
there are metal doves with silver-coated wings and shiny gold
feathers."
God All-Powerful, you scattered the kings like snow falling on Mount Zalmon.
Our Lord and our God, Bashan is a mighty mountain covered with peaks.
Why is it jealous of Zion, the mountain you chose as your home
forever?
When you, Lord God, appeared to your people at Sinai, you came with
thousands of mighty chariots. When you climbed the high mountain, you
took prisoners with you and were given gifts. Your enemies didn't want
you to live there, but they gave you gifts.
We praise you, Lord God! You treat us with kindness day after day, and
you rescue us. You always protect us and save us from death.
God bless you.
(A psalm and a song by David for the music leader.)
God Will Win the Battle
Do something, God! Scatter your hateful enemies. Make them turn and
run. Scatter them like smoke! When you come near, make them melt like
wax in a fire. But let your people be happy and celebrate because of
you.
Our God, you are the one who rides on the clouds, and we praise you.
Your name is the Lord, and we celebrate as we worship you.
Our God, from your sacred home you take care of orphans and protect
widows. You find families for those who are lonely. You set prisoners
free and let them prosper, but all who rebel will live in a scorching
desert.
You set your people free, and you led them through the desert. God of
Israel, the earth trembled, and rain poured down. You alone are the
God who rules from Mount Sinai. When your land was thirsty, you sent
showers to refresh it. Your people settled there, and you were
generous to everyone in need.
You gave the command, and a chorus of women told what had happened:
"Kings and their armies retreated and ran, and everything they left is
now being divided. And for those who stayed back to guard the sheep,
there are metal doves with silver-coated wings and shiny gold
feathers."
God All-Powerful, you scattered the kings like snow falling on Mount Zalmon.
Our Lord and our God, Bashan is a mighty mountain covered with peaks.
Why is it jealous of Zion, the mountain you chose as your home
forever?
When you, Lord God, appeared to your people at Sinai, you came with
thousands of mighty chariots. When you climbed the high mountain, you
took prisoners with you and were given gifts. Your enemies didn't want
you to live there, but they gave you gifts.
We praise you, Lord God! You treat us with kindness day after day, and
you rescue us. You always protect us and save us from death.
God bless you.
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