An audio Psalm a day set to classical music.
Begin or end each day meditating on the word of God and the timeless poetry of the Psalms. Each episode is set to beautiful classical and orchestral music that will help you ground your soul in the Bible.
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Psalm 1 0 9.
To the chief musician.
A Psalm of David.
Hold not thy peace.
Oh God.
My praise.
For the mouth of the wicked and the mouth
of the deceitful are opened against me.
They have spoken against
me with a lying tongue.
They have combust me about
also with words of hatred.
And fought against me without a cause.
For my love, they are my adversaries.
But I give myself on to prayer.
And they have rewarded me evil
for good and hatred from, I love.
Set thou wicked man over him and
let Satan stand at his right hand.
When he shall be judged, let him be
condemned and let us prayer become sin.
But as days be few and let
another take his office.
But his children be fatherless
and this wife, a widow.
But his children be
continually vagabonds and beg.
And let them seek their bread
also out of their desolate places.
But the extortionary
catch all that he had.
And let the strangers spoil his labor.
Let there be none to
extend mercy onto him.
Neither, let there be any to
favor his fatherless children.
Let his posterity be cut off.
And then the generation following,
let their name be blotted out.
Let the iniquity of his fathers
be remembered with the Lord.
And let not the sin of
his mother be plotted out.
Let them be before the Lord continually.
That he may cut off the
memory of them from the earth.
Because that he remembered
not to show mercy.
But persecuted the poor and needy man.
That he might even slay
the broken in heart.
As he loved cursing.
So let it come onto him.
As he delighted, not in blessing.
So let it be far from him.
As he clothed himself with cursing.
Like as with his garment.
So, let it come into his bowels, like
water and like oil into his bones.
Let it be unto him as the garment,
which cover with him and for a girdle
where with he has girdled continually.
Let this be the reward of mine,
adversaries from the Lord.
And of them that speak
evil against my soul.
But do thou for me.
Oh God.
The Lord for thy namesake.
Because I, mercy is good.
Deliver that me.
For, I am poor and needy.
And my heart is wounded within me.
I'm gone like the shadow when it declined.
It.
I am tossed up and down.
That's the locus.
My knees are weak through
fasting and my flesh fail.
Of fatness.
I became also a reproach, tend to them.
When they looked upon me,
they shake their heads.
Help me, uh, Lord, my God.
Oh, save me according to thy mercy,
that they may know that this is thy
hand, that thou Lord has done it.
Let them curse, but bless the.
When they arise, let them be ashamed.
But let they serve in rejoice.
Led my knit adversaries
be clothed with shame.
And let them cover themselves with
their own confusion as with a mantle.
I will greatly praise
the Lord with my mouth.
Yeah, I will praise him
among the multitude.
For, he shall stand at the
right hand of the poor.
To save him from those
that condemn his soul.