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Psalms 82:2
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[Psa 82:2] There Where The Judges Gather
There where the judges gather
A Greater takes His seat;
“How long,” He asks the judges,
“Will ye pronounce deceit?
How long respect the persons
Of them of ill repute?
How long neglect the orphaned,
The poor and destitute? “Deal justly with the needy,
Protect the fatherless,
Deliver the afflicted
From those who would distress.
But you are wholly blinded,
You do not understand;
Therefore foundations totter,
Injustice rocks the land.” He speaks, “I named you rulers,
Sons of the Most High God,
But you shall die as mortals,
And perish by My rod.”
Arise, Thou God of judgment,
Thy sovereignty make known;
For Thine shall be the nations,
The peoples Thou shalt own. |
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[Psa 82:2] Where’er His Creatures Gather
Where’er His creatures gather,
The unseen God is near;
Let rulers fear their Ruler,
Their Judge let judges fear.
How long, ye earthly judges,
Will ye pervert the right?
How long shall wicked persons
Have favor in your sight? Do justice for the helpless,
The orphan’s cause maintain.
Defend the poor and needy,
Oppressed and wronged for gain.
When rulers walk in darkness,
When judges truth forsake,
The cornerstones are crumbled,
The firm foundations shake. The most high God has called you
And set you up on high,
But ye to Him must answer,
For ye like men must die.
Arise, O God eternal,
Thou Judge of all the earth,
Through all Thy ransomed nations
Send now Thy justice forth. |
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Psalms 3:5
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[Psa 3:5] O Lord, How Many Are My Foes
O Lord, how many are my foes,
In this weak state of flesh and blood!
My peace they daily discompose,
But my defense and hope is God. Tired with the burdens of the day,
To Thee I raised an evening cry:
Thou heard’st when I began to pray,
And Thine almighty help was nigh. Supported by Thine heav’nly aid,
I laid me down, and slept secure:
Not death should make my heart afraid,
Though I should wake and rise no more. But God sustained me all the night:
Salvation doth to God belong;
He raised my head to see the light,
And make His praise my morning song. |
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