Psalms 36
36
PSALM 36
Common Meter: 8,6,8,6
To the chief Musician,
A Psalm of David, the servant of the Lord.
1The wicked man's transgression
within my heart thus says,
Undoubtedly the fear of God
is not before his eyes.
2Because himself he flattereth
in his own blinded eye,
Until the hatefulness be found
of his iniquity.
3Words from his mouth proceeding are,
fraud and iniquity:
He to be wise, and to do good,
hath left off utterly.
4He mischief, lying on his bed,
most cunningly doth plot:
He sets himself in ways not good,
ill he abhorreth not.
5Thy mercy, Lord, is in the heav'ns;
thy truth doth reach the clouds:
6Thy justice is like mountains great;
thy judgments deep as floods:
Lord, thou preservest man and beast.
7How precious is thy grace!
Therefore in shadow of thy wings
men's sons their trust shall place.
8They with the fatness of thy house
shall be well satisfy'd;
From rivers of thy pleasures thou
wilt drink to them provide.
9Because of life the fountain pure
remains alone with thee;
And in that purest light of thine
we clearly light shall see.
10Thy loving-kindness unto them
continue that thee know;
And still on men upright in heart
thy righteousness bestow.
11Let not the foot of cruel pride
come, and against me stand;
And let me not removed be,
Lord, by the wicked's hand.
12There fallen are they, and ruined,
that work iniquities:
Cast down they are, and never shall
be able to arise.
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Psalms 36
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1-4The God-rebel tunes in to sedition—
all ears, eager to sin.
He has no regard for God,
he stands insolent before him.
He has smooth-talked himself
into believing
That his evil
will never be noticed.
Words gutter from his mouth,
dishwater dirty.
Can’t remember when he
did anything decent.
Every time he goes to bed,
he fathers another evil plot.
When he’s loose on the streets,
nobody’s safe.
He plays with fire
and doesn’t care who gets burned.
5-6God’s love is meteoric,
his loyalty astronomic,
His purpose titanic,
his verdicts oceanic.
Yet in his largeness
nothing gets lost;
Not a man, not a mouse,
slips through the cracks.
7-9How exquisite your love, O God!
How eager we are to run under your wings,
To eat our fill at the banquet you spread
as you fill our tankards with Eden spring water.
You’re a fountain of cascading light,
and you open our eyes to light.
10-12Keep on loving your friends;
do your work in welcoming hearts.
Don’t let the bullies kick me around,
the moral midgets slap me down.
Send the upstarts sprawling
flat on their faces in the mud.
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