Psalm
18 Wednesday &
Thursday Readings 1 (Thursday Rd at C’)
I love
you, Yahweh, my strength. * Yahweh is my rock and my fortress; * my God is my
haven,
my
mountain where I take refuge, * my shield and my horn of salvation, * my
stronghold, worthy of praise.
I
called on Yahweh, * and was saved from my Foe.
The waves of Death surrounded me; * the
torrents of Belial overwhelmed me.
The cords of Sheol surrounded me; * the
traps of Death confronted me.
In my
anguish I called on Yahweh, * and to my God I cried for help.
My
voice was heard in his palace; * my cry reached his ears.
A The underworld reeled and rocked; * the
foundations of the mountains shuddered; * they reeled when his anger blazed.
Smoke rose from his nostrils, * and consuming fire from his mouth; * coals flamed forth from him.
He spread open the heavens and came
down, * a storm cloud under his feet.
He mounted the Cherub and flew, * and
soared on wings outstretched.
Dark grew his canopy around him, *
with a heavy rain cloud his pavilion.
From his light, clouds ran before
him, * with hailstones and flashes of fire.
Yahweh thundered from the
heavens, * and the Most High gave forth his voice.
He forged his arrows and
scattered them; * he multiplied his bolts and dispersed them.
The fountainheads of the sea were
exposed, * and the world's foundations laid bare,
at your roar, Yahweh, * at the blast
from your nostrils.
He reached down from high and snatched
me; * he drew me from the waters deep.
He rescued me from my powerful Foe, *
from my Enemy though stronger than I.
He went before me on the day of my death, *
and Yahwheh became my staff.
He brought me out of the Bad Expanse, * and
freed me because he loved me.
B Yahweh rewarded me because I was just; *
because my hands were clean he repaid me.
For I have kept the ways of Yahweh, * and have not been guilty, my God.
For all his rulings are before
me; * his laws I never put aside.
I have always been candid with him, *
and taken care not to offend him.
So Yahweh repaid me because I was just;
* because my hands were clean in his eyes.
C With the faithful you are faithful; *
with the candid you are candid.
With the sincere you are sincere, * but with the cunning you are crafty.
M Yes, you are the Strong One, * who
saves the poor, * but you humble the eyes that are proud.
You shine for me; * my lamp is Yahweh; * my God illumines my darkness.
Through you I am in good shape to
run, * and with my God I can scale any wall.
C’ God's dominion is complete; * Yahweh’s
command well tested.
He is the Sovereign * of all who
trust in him.
B’ For who is God besides Yahweh? * Who is the
mountain but our God?
the God who wrapped me with strength,
* the Benefactor whose dominion is complete,
who made my feet like the deer's, *
who brought me to stand on his heights,
who trained my hands for battle, * who
let down to my arms the miraculous bow.
A’ You gave me your shield of victory; * with your
right hand sustained me, * and by your triumph made me great.
You gave me long-striding legs, * and my
ankles did not falter.
I pursued my foes and overtook them; * I
did not turn back till they were finished.
I struck them so that they could not
rise; * they lay dead at my feet.
You wrapt me with strength for battle; *
you felled my assailants beneath me.
You gave me the neck of my foes, * and
my enemies I exterminated.
They implored ) but
the Savior was not there ) * Yahweh the Most High, * but
he did not answer them.
I pulverized them like dust in the square; *
like mud in the streets I trampled them.
You
delivered me from the arrows of people, * protected me from the venom of
nations.
An
alien people must serve me; * as soon as they hear, they obey me. * Foreigners
cringe before me.
Foreigners
shrivel up, * their hearts seized with anguish.
May Yahweh live! * Praised be my Mountain! *
and exalted the God of my triumph!
the God who gave me victory * and made
nations subject to me,
who delivered me from my Foe, * exalted me
above my assailants, * and rescued me from my defamers.
Supreme
Being, I will praise you among the nations; * I will sing to your name, Yahweh,
who
made his king famous through victories, * showed kindness to his anointed, * to
David and his offspring forever.
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