Henry: Welcome To Immerse: The Daily Bible Reading Experience.
Day two hundred and 92.
The Psalms book two Psalms 42 through 72,
Psalm 42
for the choir director, a Psalm of the descendants of Cora as the
deer longs for streams of water.
So I long for you, oh God.
I thirst for God, the living God.
When can I go and stand before him day and night?
I have only tears for food.
While my enemies continually taunt me saying, where is this God of yours?
My heart is breaking as I remember how it used to be.
I walked among the crowds of worshipers leading a great procession to the house
of God, singing for joy, and giving thanks amid the sound of a great celebration.
Why am I discouraged?
Why is my heart so sad?
I will put my hope in God.
I will praise him again, my savior and my God.
Now I am deeply discouraged, but I will remember you even from distant
Mount Herman, the source of the Jordan from the land of Mount Myar.
I hear the tumult of the raging seas as your waves and
surging tides sweep over me.
But each day, the Lord pours his unfailing love upon me and through
each night I sing his songs, praying to God, who gives me life?
Oh God, my rock.
I cry.
Why have you forgotten me?
Why must I wander around in grief, oppressed by my enemies?
Their taunts break my bones.
They scoff.
Where is this God of yours?
Why am I discouraged?
Why is my heart so sad?
I will put my hope in God.
I will praise him again.
My Savior and my God.
Psalm 43 declare me innocent.
Oh God.
Defend me against these ungodly people.
Rescue me from these unjust liars.
For you are God my only safe haven.
Why have you tossed me aside?
Why must I wander around in grief, oppressed by my enemies?
Send out your light and your truth.
Let them guide me.
Let them lead me to your holy mountain, to the place where you live.
There I will go to the altar of God, to God, the source of all my joy.
I will praise you with my harp.
Oh God, my God.
Why am I discouraged?
Why is my heart so sad?
I will put my hope in God.
I will praise him again.
My Savior and my God.
Psalm 44 for the choir director, a Psalm of the descendants of Cora.
Oh God, we have heard it with our own ears.
Our ancestors have told us of all you did in their day in days long ago, you
drove out the pagan nations by your power and gave all the land to our ancestors.
You crushed their enemies and set our ancestors free.
They did not conquer the land with their swords.
It was not their own strong arm that gave them victory.
It was your right hand and strong arm and the blinding light from your face
that helped them for you loved them.
You are my king and my God, you command victories for Israel only by your power.
Can we push back our enemies?
Only in your name.
Can we trample our foes?
I do not trust in my bow.
I do not count on my sword to save me.
You are the one who gives us victory over our enemies.
You disgrace those who hate us.
Oh God, we give glory to you all day long and constantly praise your name interlude.
But now you have tossed us aside and dishonor you.
No longer lead our armies to battle.
You make us retreat from our enemies and allow those who
hate us to plunder our land.
You have butchered us like sheep and scattered us among the nations.
You sold your precious people for a pittance, making nothing on the sail.
You let our neighbors mock us.
We are an object of scorn and derision to those around us.
You have made us the butt of their jokes.
They shake their heads at us in scorn.
We can't escape the constant humiliation.
Shame is written across our faces.
All we hear are the taunts of our mockers.
All we see are our vengeful enemies.
All this has happened.
Though we have not forgotten you, we have not violated your covenant.
Our hearts have not deserted you.
We have not strayed from your path yet you have crushed us
in the jackal's desert home.
You have covered us with darkness and death.
If we had forgotten the name of our God or spread our hands in prayer to foreign
gods, God would surely have known it for.
He knows the secrets of every heart, but for your sake, we are killed every day.
We are being slaughtered like sheep.
Wake up Bo Lord, why do you sleep?
Get up.
Do not reject us forever.
Why do you look the other way?
Why do you ignore our suffering and oppression?
We collapse in the dust lying face, down in the dirt.
Rise up.
Help us, ransom us because of your unfailing love.
Psalm 45 for the choir director, a love song to be sung to the tune lilies,
a Psalm of the descendants of Cora.
Beautiful words stir my heart.
I will recite a lovely poem about the king.
For my tongue is like the pen of a skillful poet.
You are the most handsome of all gracious words, stream from your lips.
God himself has blessed you forever put on your sword Almighty warrior.
You are so glorious, so majestic.
In your majesty, ride out to victory, defending truth, humility and justice.
Go forth to perform all inspiring deeds.
Your arrows are sharp, piercing your enemy's hearts.
The nation's fall beneath your feet.
Your throne, oh God, endures forever and ever.
You rule with a scepter of justice.
You love justice and hate evil.
Therefore, God, your God has anointed you, pouring out the oil of joy on you more
than on anyone else, Mer, alos and Kesha.
Perfume your robes.
In ivory palaces, the music of strings entertains you.
King's daughters are among your noble women.
At your right side stands, the Queen wearing jewelry of finest gold from er.
Listen to me.
Oh, Royal daughter, take to heart what I say.
Forget your people and your family far away.
For your royal husband delights in your beauty.
Honor him for he is your Lord.
The princess of tire will shower you with gifts.
The wealthy will beg your favor.
The bride, A princess, looks glorious.
In her golden gown.
In her beautiful robes.
She's led to the king accompanied by her bridesmaids.
What a joyful and enthusiastic procession as they enter the king's palace.
Your sons will become kings like their father.
You will make them rulers over many lands.
I will bring honor to your name in every generation, therefore, The nations
will praise you forever and ever.
Psalm 46 for the Choir Director, A Song of the descendants of Cora
to be sung by soprano voices.
God is our refuge and strength always ready to help in times of trouble.
So we will not fear when earthquakes come and the mountains crumble into the sea.
Let the oceans roar and foam let the mountains tremble as the waters surge.
Interlude.
A river brings joy to the city of our God.
The sacred home of the most high God dwells in that city.
It cannot be destroyed from the very break of day.
God will protect it.
The nations are in chaos and their kingdoms crumble.
God's voice, thunders and the earth melts.
The Lord of heaven's.
Armies is here among us.
The God of Israel is our fortress.
Interlude.
Come see the glorious works of the Lord.
See how he brings destruction upon the world.
He causes wars to end throughout the earth.
He breaks the bow and snaps the spear.
He burns the shields with fire.
Be still and know that I am God.
I will be honored by every nation.
I will be honored throughout the world.
The Lord of heaven's armies is here among us.
The God of Israel is our fortress.
Interlude.
Psalm 47 for the choir director, a Psalm of the descendants of Cora.
Come everyone, clap your hands.
Shout to God with joyful praise.
For the Lord, most high is awesome.
He is the great king of all the earth.
He subdues the nation's before us, putting our enemies beneath our feet.
He chose the promised land as our inheritance, the proud
possession of Jacob's descendants, whom he loves interlude.
God has ascended with a mighty shout.
The Lord has ascended with trumpets, blaring, sing praises to God.
Sing praises.
Sing praises to our king.
Sing praises.
For God is the king over all the earth.
Praise him with a Psalm.
God reigns above the nations sitting on his holy throne.
The rulers of the world have gathered together with the
people of the God of Abraham.
For all the kings of the earth belong to God.
He is highly honored everywhere.
Psalm 48, A song, A Psalm of The Descendants of Cora.
How great is the Lord?
How deserving of praise in the city of our God, which sits on his holy mountain.
It is high and magnificent.
The whole earth rejoices to see it.
Mount Zion, the Holy Mountain, is the city of the Great King.
God himself is in Jerusalem's Towers revealing himself as its defender.
The kings of the earth joined forces and advanced against the city, but
when they saw it, they were stunned.
They were terrified and ran away.
They were gripped with terror and arrived in pain like a woman in labor.
You destroyed them like the mighty ships of Tarshish
shattered by a powerful east wind.
We had heard of the city's glory, but now we have seen it ourselves.
The city of the Lord of heaven's armies.
It is the city of our God.
He will make it safe forever.
Interlude.
Oh God, we meditate on your unfailing love as we worship in
your temple as your name deserves.
Oh God.
You will be praised to the ends of the earth.
Your strong right hand is filled with victory.
Let the people on Mount Zion rejoice.
Let all the towns of Judah be glad because of your justice.
Go inspect the city of Jerusalem.
Walk around and count the many towers.
Take note of the fortified walls and tour all the citadels that you may
describe them to future generations.
For that is what God is like.
He is our God forever and ever, and he will guide us until we die.
Psalm 49 for the choir director, a Psalm of the descendants of Cora.
Listen to this.
All you people pay attention.
Everyone in the world, high and low, rich and poor, listen, for my words are wise
and my thoughts are filled with insight.
I listen carefully to many proverbs and solve riddles
with inspiration from a harp.
Why should I fear when trouble comes when enemies surround me?
They trust in their wealth and boast of great riches, yet they
cannot redeem themselves from death by paying a ransom to God.
Redemption does not come so easily for no one can ever pay enough to
live forever and never see the grave.
Those who are wise must finally die.
Just like the foolish and senseless, leaving all their wealth behind
the grave is their eternal home where they will stay forever.
They may name their estates after themselves, but their fame will not last.
They will die just like animals.
This is the fate of fools, though they are remembered as being
wise, interlude like sheep.
They're led to the grave where death will be their shepherd.
In the morning, the Godly will rule over them.
Their bodies will rot in the grave far from their grand estates.
But as for me, God will redeem my life.
He will snatch me from the power of the grave interlude.
So don't be dismayed.
When the wicked grow rich and their homes become evermore splendid for
when they die, they take nothing with them, their wealth will
not follow them into the grave.
In this life, they consider themselves fortunate and are applauded for their
success, but they will die like all before them and never again see the light of day.
People who boast of their wealth don't understand they
will die just like animals.
Psalm 50 a Psalm of asap the Lord, the mighty one is God and he has spoken.
He has summoned all humanity.
From where the sun rises to where it sets from Mount Zion, the perfection of beauty.
God shines in glorious radiance, our God approaches, and he is not silent.
Fire devours everything in his way and a great storm rages around him.
He calls on the heavens above and earth below to witness
the judgment of his people.
Bring my faithful people to me, those who made a covenant with me.
By giving sacrifices, then let the heavens proclaim his justice
for God himself will be the judge.
Interlude, oh my people.
Listen as I speak, here are my charges against you.
Oh, Israel, I am God, your God.
I have no complaint about your sacrifices or the burnt
offerings you constantly offer.
But I do not need the bulls from your barns or the goats from your pens.
For all the animals of the forest are mine, and I own the
cattle on a thousand hills.
I know every bird on the mountains and all the animals of the field are mine.
If I were hungry, I would not tell you for all the world
is mine and everything in it.
Do I eat the meat of bulls?
Do I drink the blood of goats?
Make thankfulness your sacrifice to God and keep the vows you made to
the most high, then call on me when you are in trouble and I will rescue
you and you will give me glory.
But God says to the wicked, why bother reciting my decrees and
pretending to obey my covenant for you?
Refuse my discipline and treat my words like trash.
When you see thieves, you approve of them.
And you spend your time with adulterers, your mouth is filled with wickedness
and your tongue is full of lies.
You sit around and slander your brother, your own mother's son.
While you did all this, I remained silent and you thought I didn't care.
But now I will rebuke you, listing all my charges against you.
Repent all of you who forget me, or I will tear you apart and no one will help you.
But giving thanks is a sacrifice that truly honors me.
If you keep to my path, I will reveal to you the salvation of God.
Psalm 51 for the choir director, a Psalm of David regarding the time Nathan,
the prophet, came to him after David had committed adultery with Bathsheba.
Have mercy on me.
Oh God.
Because of your unfailing love.
Because of your great compassion.
Blot out the stain of my sins.
Wash me clean from my guilt.
Purify me from my sin.
For I recognize my rebellion.
It haunts me day and night against you.
And you alone.
Have I sinned?
I have done what is evil in your sight.
You will be proved right in what you say and your judgment against
me is just for, I was born a sinner.
Yes.
From the moment my mother conceived me.
But you desire honesty from the womb, teaching me wisdom.
Even there, purify me from my sins and I will be clean.
Wash me and I will be wider than snow.
Oh, give me back my joy again.
You have broken me.
Now let me rejoice.
Don't keep looking at my sins.
Remove the stain of my guilt.
Create in me a clean heart.
Oh God.
Renew a loyal spirit within me.
Do not banish me from your presence and don't take your Holy Spirit from me.
Restore to me the joy of your salvation and make me willing to obey you.
Then I will teach your ways to rebels and they will return to you.
Forgive me for shedding blood.
Oh God, who saves.
Then I will joyfully sing of your forgiveness.
Unseal my lips, oh Lord, that my mouth may praise you.
You do not desire a sacrifice or I would offer one.
You do not want a burnt offering.
The sacrifice you desire is a broken spirit.
You will not reject a broken and repentant heart.
Oh God, look with favor on Zion and help her rebuild the walls of Jerusalem.
Then you will be pleased with sacrifices offered in the right spirit with burnt
offerings and whole burnt offerings.
Then bulls will again be sacrificed on your altar.
This concludes today's Immer Reading experience.
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