Psalm
9-10 (acrostic) 9: Monday Readings 1. 10:
Tuesday Readings 1
I will
thank you, Yahweh, with all my heart; * I will declare your wonderful deeds.
I will
rejoice and exult in you, * and sing hymns to your name, Most High,
when my enemies turn back, * toppled and
destroyed by your fury.
Defend my right and my cause; * sit on your
throne, righteous judge!
Rebuke the nations, destroy the wicked;
* blot out their name forever and ever.
Let my enemies be finished, * a heap of
ruins forever.
Root out their guardian gods; * may
their memory perish.
For Yahweh, who has reigned from eternity, *
has established his throne for judgment.
It is he who governs the world with justice,
* judges the peoples with fairness.
Yahweh is a stronghold for the
oppressed, * a stronghold in times of trouble.
Let those who love your name trust in
you, * for you do not desert those who cherish you, Yahweh.
Sing to Yahweh, the King of Zion; *
tell the peoples about his wonders.
For caring for the mourning; he
remembers their lament; * he does not forget the cry of the afflicted.
Pity me, Yahweh; * see my
afflictions
From my Enemy raise me up, * from the gates of Death,
that I may recount * all your
praises
from the gates of Daughter Zion,
* rejoicing in your victory.
Let the nations sink into the pit
they made; * their feet get caught in the net they hid.
May Yahweh be known by the judgment
he passes; * by the work of their hands let the wicked be snared.
Let the wicked return to Sheol; * perish
the nations that are mindless of God.
For the needy shall not be forgotten
forever, * nor the hope of the afflicted perish eternally.
Arise, Yahweh, lest men should boast; *
let the nations be judged before you.
Yahweh, put a muzzle on them; * let the
nations know they are only men.
(Psalm 10 acrostic continued –Tuesday I)
Yahweh, why stand far away? * Why
hide in times of trouble?
Inside the wicked man harm is
simmering; * he pantingly pursues the plans he laid.
For the wicked boasts of his desire,
* and the despoiler worships his appetite.
The wicked has contempt for
Yahweh, * “since the Lofty One, though angry, will do nothing,
God will not upset his plans, *
and his wealth will last for all time.”
Most High, your decrees are far
from him; * from deep within he snorts at them.
He says to himself, “I will never
stumble, * forever happy without misfortune.”
His mouth is full of cursing, deceit
and violence; * under his tongue are mischief and wrong.
He sits in ambush by villages; * in
hidden places he murders the innocent; * his eyes spy on the unfortunate.
He lurks in secret, like a lion in
his lair; * he lurks to seize the weak; * he seizes the weak to drag him off.
Into his net the oppressed man tumbles,
* the unfortunate fall into his pit.
He says to himself, “El forgets; * he
turns away his face, he never looks.”
Arise, Yahweh El, lift your hand! * Do not
forget the afflicted!
Must the wicked man scorn God forever? *
saying to himself, “You will not demand an account.”
See for yourself the misery, * look at
the sorrow, * since your own hand allots it
To you the poor orphan entrusts himself;
* you be his helper!
Break the arm of the wicked, * and pay back
his malice! * Certainly you are aware of his wickedness.
Yahweh is the eternal and everlasting king;
* let foreign nations perish from his land!
Hear,
Yahweh, the lament of the poor; * pay attention and listen!
If you
defend the orphan and the oppressed, * no more shall the arrogant * terrorize
people from the land.