Let’s enter his presence with thanksgiving! Let’s shout out to him in celebration!

Your statutes have been my songs in the house where I live.

But no one says, ‘Where is God, my Creator, who gives songs in the night,

The pomegranates have appeared in the land, the time for pruning and singing has come; the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

like heat in a dry land, you humble the boasting foreigners. Just as the shadow of a cloud causes the heat to subside, so he causes the song of tyrants to cease.

These are the final words of David: “The oracle of David son of Jesse, the oracle of the man raised up as the ruler chosen by the God of Jacob, Israel’s beloved singer of songs:

From the ends of the earth we hear songs – the Just One is majestic. But I say, “I’m wasting away! I’m wasting away! I’m doomed! Deceivers deceive, deceivers thoroughly deceive!”