Wednesday, November 1, 2017

Psalm Twenty Eight, verses 1-9

A Psalm of David and of Leigh

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O God of my strength, I cry out to You; do not turn a deaf ear to my pleas. If You keep silent, I may as well fall into a prison cell. Hear my cries for mercy as I lift up my hands to You.




Drag me not away with the wicked - those who practice doing evil - who speak pleasant words to their neighbors while harboring malice in their hearts.



Give them their just rewards; repay them according to the works of their hands. Yes, and bestow on them exactly what they deserve. Because they have no understanding of Your works, Lord; what Your hands do and have done. For this reason You will destroy them; You will not establish or stabilize them.




I will praise You, Lord. For You have heard all the cries of my heart. You are my strength and shield. My heart leaps for joy as I sing praises to Your name. 


Not only are You my strength, You are the strength of Your people, the Israel of God; a fortress of Salvation for Christ and His Church. Deliver Your people and pour out Your blessings on Your Heirs; shepherd them, yes and carry them forever.





Amen.

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