Thi Thiên

A song. A Psalm by Asaph.

1God, don’t keep silent.Don’t keep silent, and don’t be still, God.

2For, behold, your enemies are stirred up.Those who hate you have lifted up their heads.

3They conspire with cunning against your people.They plot against your cherished ones.

4“Come,” they say, “let’s destroy them as a nation,that the name of Israel may be remembered no more.”

5For they have conspired together with one mind.They form an alliance against you.

6The tents of Edom and the Ishmaelites;Moab, and the Hagrites;

7Gebal, Ammon, and Amalek;Philistia with the inhabitants of Tyre;

8Assyria also is joined with them.They have helped the children of Lot. Selah.

9Do to them as you did to Midian,as to Sisera, as to Jabin, at the river Kishon;

10who perished at Endor,who became as dung for the earth.

11Make their nobles like Oreb and Zeeb,yes, all their princes like Zebah and Zalmunna,

12who said, “Let’s take possession of God’s pasture lands.”

13My God, make them like tumbleweed,like chaff before the wind.

14As the fire that burns the forest,as the flame that sets the mountains on fire,

15so pursue them with your tempest, and terrify them with your storm.

16Fill their faces with confusion,that they may seek your name, LORD.

17Let them be disappointed and dismayed forever.Yes, let them be confounded and perish;

18that they may know that you alone, whose name is the LORD,are the Most High over all the earth.

1Unto the end, for the winepresses, a psalm for the sons of Core.

2How lovely are thy tabernacles, O Lord of host!

3My soul longeth and fainteth for the courts of the Lord. My heart and my flesh have rejoiced in the living God.

4For the sparrow hath found herself a house, and the turtle a nest for herself where she may lay her young ones: Thy altars, O Lord of hosts, my king and my God.

5Blessed are they that dwell in thy house, O Lord: they shall praise thee for ever and ever.

6Blessed is the man whose help is from thee: in his heart he hath disposed to ascend by steps,

7In the vale of tears, in the place which be hath set.

8For the lawgiver shall give a blessing, they shall go from virtue to virtue: the God of gods shall be seen in Sion.

9O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer: give ear, O God of Jacob.

10Behold, O God our protector: and look on the face of thy Christ.

11For better is one day in thy courts above thousands. I have chosen to be an abject in the house of my God, rather than to dwell in the tabernacles of sinners.

12For God loveth mercy and truth: the Lord will give grace and glory.

13He will not deprive of good things them that walk in innocence: O Lord of hosts, blessed is the man that trusteth in thee.

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