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Take a breath, find your place, and read deeply. Discover the joy of reading God’s word with the Immerse New Living Translation (NLT) Bible.
This daily Bible podcast will take you through the Bible in a year following the Immerse Bible Reading Experience. So grab your family and small group and go through the Bible in a year together with Immerse. Each of the 6 volumes is available online or at your favorite Christian bookstore.
Henry: Welcome To Immerse: The
Daily Bible Reading Experience.
Day two hundred and eighty six.
Psalm seven, a Psalm of David,
which he sang to the Lord concerning
kush of the tribe of Benjamin.
I come to you for protection.
Oh Lord my God.
Save me from my persecutes.
Rescue me if you don't.
They will ma me like a lion tearing
me to pieces with no one to rescue me.
Oh Lord, my God, if I have done wrong or
am guilty of injustice, if I have betrayed
a friend or plundered my enemy without
cause, then let my enemies capture me.
Let them trample me into the ground.
And drag my honor in the dust interlude.
Arise, oh Lord, in anger.
Stand up against the fury of my enemies.
Wake up, my God, and bring justice.
Gather the nations before you.
Rule over them from on high.
The Lord judges the nations
declare me righteous, oh Lord,
for I am innocent, almost high.
And the evil of those who are wicked.
And defend the righteous for you.
Look deep within the mind
and heart, all righteous God.
God is my shield saving those
whose hearts are true and right.
God is an honest judge.
He is angry with the wicked.
Every day, if a person does not
repent, God will sharpen his sword.
He will bend and string his bow.
He will prepare his deadly weapons
and shoot his flaming arrows.
The wicked conceive evil.
They are pregnant with trouble
and give birth to lies.
They dig a deep pit to trap others
then fall into it themselves.
The trouble they make for
others backfires on them.
The violence they plan
falls on their own heads.
I will thank the Lord because he
is just, I will sing praise to
the name of the Lord most high,
Psalm eight for the choir director.
A Psalm of David to be accompanied
by a stringed instrument.
Oh Lord, our Lord, your
majestic name fills the earth.
Your glory is higher than the heavens.
You have taught children and infants
to tell of your strength, silencing
your enemies, and all who oppose you.
When I look at the night sky and
see the work of your fingers, the
moon and the stars you set in place.
What are mere mortals that you
should think about them human beings,
that you should care for them.
Yet you made them only a little lower than
God and crowned them with glory and honor.
You gave them charge of everything you
made, putting all things under their
authority, the flocks and the herds,
and all the wild animals, the birds
in the sky, the fish in the sea, and
everything that swims the ocean currents.
Oh Lord, our Lord.
Your majestic name fills the earth.
Psalm nine for the choir director,
a Psalm of David to be sung
to the tune Death of the Sun.
I will praise you,
Lord, with all my heart.
I will tell of all the
marvelous things you have done.
I will be filled with joy because of you.
I will sing praises to your name.
Almost high.
My enemies retreated.
They staggered and died when you appeared.
For you have judged in my
favor from your throne.
You have judged with fairness.
You have rebuked the nations
and destroyed the wicked.
You have erased their names forever.
The enemy is finished in endless ruins.
The cities you uprooted are now
forgotten, but the Lord reigns forever
executing judgment from his throne.
He will judge the world with justice
and rule the nations with fairness.
The Lord is a shelter for the
oppressed, a refuge in times of trouble.
Those who know your name
trust in you for you.
Oh Lord.
Do not abandon those who search for you.
Sing praises to the Lord
who reigns in Jerusalem.
Tell the world about
his unforgettable deeds.
For he who avenges murder
cares for the helpless.
He does not ignore the
cries of those who suffer.
Lord I have mercy on me.
See how my enemies torment me?
Snatch me back from the jaws of death.
Save me so I can praise you
publicly at Jerusalem's Gates.
So I can rejoice that you have rescued me.
The nations have fallen into the pit.
They dug for others.
Their own feet have
been caught in the trap.
They set.
The Lord is known for his justice.
The wicked are trapped by their own deeds.
Quiet, interlude, the wicked
will go down to the grave.
This is the fate of all
the nations who ignore God.
But the needy will not be ignored forever.
The hopes of the poor will
not always be crushed.
Arise, oh Lord.
Do not let mere mortals defy you.
Judge the nations make
them tremble in fear.
Oh Lord, let the nations know
they are merely human interlude.
Psalm 10, oh Lord.
Why do you stand so far away?
Why do you hide when I am in trouble?
The wicked arrogantly hunt down
the poor, let them be caught in
the evil they plan for others, for
They brag about their evil desires.
They praise the greedy and curse the Lord
The wicked are too proud to seek God.
They seem to think that God is dead,
yet they succeed in everything they do.
They do not see your
punishment awaiting them.
They sneer at all their enemies.
They think nothing bad
will ever happen to us.
We will be free of trouble forever.
Their mouths are full of
cursing lies and threats.
Trouble and evil are on
the tips of their tongues.
They lurk in ambush in the villages
waiting to murder innocent people.
They are always searching
for helpless victims.
Like lions crouched in hiding.
They wait to pounce on the helpless
like hunters, they capture the
helpless and drag them away in nets,
their helpless victims are crushed.
They fall beneath the
strength of the wicked.
The wicked think God isn't watching us.
He has closed his eyes and
won't even see what we do arise.
Oh Lord.
Punish the wicked.
Oh God.
Do not ignore the helpless.
Why do the wicked get away with despising?
God?
They think God will
never call us to account.
But you see the trouble and grief they
cause You take note of it and punish them.
The helpless put their trust in you.
You defend the orphans.
Break the arms of these
wicked evil people.
Go after them until the
last one is destroyed.
The Lord is king forever and ever.
The Godless nations will
vanish from the land.
Lord, you know the hopes of the helpless.
Surely you will hear their
cries and comfort them.
You will bring justice to the
orphans and the oppressed so mere
people can no longer terrify them.
Psalm 11 for the choir
Director, a Psalm of David.
I trust in the Lord for protection.
So why do you say to me, fly like
a bird to the mountains for safety?
The wicked are stringing their bows and
fitting their arrows on the bow strings.
They shoot from the shadows at
those whose hearts are right.
The foundations of law
and order have collapsed.
What can the righteous do?
But the Lord is in his holy temple.
The Lord still rules from heaven.
He watches everyone closely
examining every person on earth.
The Lord examines both the
righteous and the wicked.
He hates those who love violence.
He will reign down, blazing coals,
and burning sulfur on the wicked,
punishing them with scorching winds.
For the righteous, Lord loves justice.
The virtuous will see his face.
Psalm 12.
For the choir director, a Psalm
of David to be accompanied by
an eight stringed instrument.
Help oh Lord.
For the Godly are fast disappearing.
The faithful have vanished from the earth.
Neighbors lie to each other, speaking
with flattering lips and deceitful hearts.
May the Lord cut off their flattering
lips and silence their boastful tongues.
They say we will lie
to our heart's content.
Our lips are our own.
Who can stop us?
The Lord replies.
I have seen violence done to the helpless
and I have heard the groans of the poor.
Now I will rise up to rescue them
as they have longed for me to do.
The Lord's promises are pure like
silver, refined in a furnace,
purified seven times over.
Therefore, Lord, we know you will
protect the oppressed, preserving them
forever from this lying generation,
even though the wicked strut about and
evil is praised throughout the land.
Psalm 13 for the choir director,
a Psalm of David, oh Lord,
how long will you forget me?
Forever.
How long will you look the other way?
How long must I struggle
with anguish in my soul, with
sorrow in my heart every day?
How long will my enemy have the
upper hand turn and answer me,
oh Lord, my God, restore the
sparkle to my eyes, or I will die.
Don't let my enemies gloat
saying we have defeated him.
Don't let them rejoice at my downfall.
But I trust in your unfailing love.
I will rejoice because
you have rescued me.
I will sing to the Lord
because he is good to me.
Psalm 14 for the choir director.
A Psalm of David.
Only fools say in their
hearts there is no God.
They are corrupt and
their actions are evil.
Not one of them does good.
The Lord looks down from heaven
on the entire human race.
He looks to see if anyone is
truly wise, if anyone seeks God.
But no, all have turned away.
All have become corrupt.
Not one does good, not a single one.
Will those who do evil never learn?
They eat up.
My people like bread and wouldn't
think of praying to the Lord.
Terror will grip them for God
is with those who obey him.
The wicked frustrate the plans of
the oppressed, but the Lord will
protect his people who will come
from Mount Zion to rescue Israel.
When the Lord restores his
people, Jacob will shout with
joy and Israel will rejoice.
Psalm 15, a Psalm of David.
Who may worship in your
sanctuary, Lord, who may enter
your presence on your Holy Hill?
Those who lead blameless
lives and do what is right.
Speaking the truth from sincere
hearts, those who refuse to gossip
or harm their neighbors or speak
evil of their friends, those who
despise flagrant sinners and honor
the faithful followers of the Lord and
keep their promises even when it hurts.
Those who lend money without
charging interest and who cannot be
bribed to lie about the innocent.
Such people will stand firm forever.
Psalm 16, a Psalm of David, keep me safe.
Oh God, for I have come to you for refuge.
I said to the Lord, you are my master.
Every good thing I have comes from you.
The Godly people in the
land are my true heroes.
I take pleasure in them, troubles multiply
for those who chase after other gods.
I will not take part in their
sacrifices of blood or even speak
the names of their gods Lord.
The you alone are my
inheritance, my cup of blessing.
You guard all that is mine.
The land you have given
me is a pleasant land.
What a wonderful inheritance.
I will bless the Lord who guides me.
Even at night, my heart instructs me.
I know the Lord is always with me.
I will not be shaken for
he is right beside me.
No wonder my heart is glad and I rejoice.
My body rests in safety for you will
not leave my soul among the dead or
allow your holy one to rot in the grave.
You will show me the way of life.
Granting me the joy of your presence and
the pleasures of living with you forever.
Psalm 17, A Prayer of David, oh
Lord, hear my plea for justice.
Listen to my cry for help.
Pay attention to my prayer for it.
Comes from honest lips.
Declare me innocent for you.
See those who do right.
You have tested my thoughts and
examined my heart in the night.
You have scrutinized me
and found nothing wrong.
I am determined not to sin in what I say.
I have followed your commands which keep
me from following cruel and evil people.
My steps have stayed on your path.
I have not wavered from following you.
I am praying to you because
I know you will answer.
Oh God.
Bend down and listen.
As I pray, show me your
unfailing love in wonderful ways.
By your mighty power, you rescue those
who seek refuge from their enemies.
Guard me as you would guard your own eyes.
Hide me in the shadow of your wings.
Protect me from wicked people who attack
me from murderous enemies who surround me.
They are without pity.
Listen to their boasting.
They track me down and surround
me watching for the chance
to throw me to the ground.
They are like hungry lions,
eager to tear me apart.
Like young lions hiding in.
Ambush arise.
Oh Lord, stand against them
and bring them to their knees.
Rescue me from the wicked with your sword.
By the power of your hand, oh Lord.
Destroy those who look to this
world for their reward, but satisfy
the hunger of your treasured ones.
May their children have plenty
leaving an inheritance for their
descendants because I am righteous.
I will see you when I awake.
I will see you face to
face and be satisfied.
This concludes today's
Immer Reading experience.
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