Psalms 50
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PSALM 50
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Meter: 6,6,8,6
A Psalm of Asaph.
1The mighty God, the Lord,
hath spoken, and did call
The earth, from rising of the sun,
to where he hath his fall.
2From out of Sion hill,
which of excellency
And beauty the perfection is,
God shined gloriously.
3Our God shall surely come,
keep silence shall not he:
Before him fire shall waste, great storms
shall round about him be.
4Unto the heavens clear
he from above shall call,
And to the earth likewise, that he
may judge his people all.
5Together let my saints
unto me gather'd be,
Those that by sacrifice have made
a covenant with me.
6And then the heavens shall
his righteousness declare:
Because the Lord himself is he
by whom men judged are.
7My people Isr'el hear,
speak will I from on high,
Against thee I will testify;
God, ev'n thy God, am I.
8I for thy sacrifice
no blame will on thee lay,
Nor for burnt-off 'rings, which to me
thou offer'dst ev'ry day.
9I'll take no calf nor goats
from house or fold of thine:
10For beasts of forests, cattle all
on thousand hills, are mine.
11The fowls on mountains high
are all to me well known;
Wild beasts which in the fields do lie,
ev'n they are all mine own.
12Then, if I hungry were,
I would not tell it thee;
Because the world, and fulness all
thereof, belongs to me.
13Will I eat flesh of bulls?
or goats' blood drink will I?
14Thanks offer thou to God, and pay
thy vows to the most High.
15And call upon me when
in trouble thou shalt be;
I will deliver thee, and thou
my name shalt glorify.
16But to the wicked man
God saith, My laws and truth
Should'st thou declare? how dar'st thou take
my cov'nant in thy mouth?
17Sith thou instruction hat'st,
which should thy ways direct;
And sith my words behind thy back
thou cast'st, and dost reject.
18When thou a thief didst see,
with him thou didst consent;
And with the vile adulterers
partaker on thou went.
19Thou giv'st thy mouth to ill,
thy tongue deceit doth frame;
20Thou sitt'st, and 'gainst thy brother speak'st,
thy mother's son dost shame.
21Because I silence kept,
while thou these things hast wrought;
That I was altogether like
thyself, hath been thy thought;
Yet I will thee reprove,
and set before thine eyes,
In order ranked, thy misdeeds
and thine iniquities.
22Now, ye that God forget,
this carefully consider;
Lest I in pieces tear you all,
and none can you deliver.
23Whoso doth offer praise
me glorifies; and I
Will shew him God's salvation,
that orders right his way.
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Psalms 50
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1-3The God of gods—it’s God!—speaks out, shouts, “Earth!”
welcomes the sun in the east,
farewells the disappearing sun in the west.
From the dazzle of Zion,
God blazes into view.
Our God makes his entrance,
he’s not shy in his coming.
Starbursts of fireworks precede him.
4-5He summons heaven and earth as a jury,
he’s taking his people to court:
“Round up my saints who swore
on the Bible their loyalty to me.”
6The whole cosmos attests to the fairness of this court,
that here God is judge.
7-15“Are you listening, dear people? I’m getting ready to speak;
Israel, I’m about ready to bring you to trial.
This is God, your God,
speaking to you.
I don’t find fault with your acts of worship,
the frequent burnt sacrifices you offer.
But why should I want your blue-ribbon bull,
or more and more goats from your herds?
Every creature in the forest is mine,
the wild animals on all the mountains.
I know every mountain bird by name;
the scampering field mice are my friends.
If I get hungry, do you think I’d tell you?
All creation and its bounty are mine.
Do you think I feast on venison?
or drink drafts of goats’ blood?
Spread for me a banquet of praise,
serve High God a feast of kept promises,
And call for help when you’re in trouble—
I’ll help you, and you’ll honor me.”
16-21Next, God calls up the wicked:
“What are you up to, quoting my laws,
talking like we are good friends?
You never answer the door when I call;
you treat my words like garbage.
If you find a thief, you make him your buddy;
adulterers are your friends of choice.
Your mouth drools filth;
lying is a serious art form with you.
You stab your own brother in the back,
rip off your little sister.
I kept a quiet patience while you did these things;
you thought I went along with your game.
I’m calling you on the carpet, now,
laying your wickedness out in plain sight.
22-23“Time’s up for playing fast and
loose with me.
I’m ready to pass sentence,
and there’s no help in sight!
It’s the praising life that honors me.
As soon as you set your foot on the Way,
I’ll show you my salvation.”
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