Psalm 22: Never Forsaken

My God, my God, oh why?
Have you forsaken me?
Are you away and cannot aid?
Or hear my groaning plea?

Lord all the night I cry,
And also all the day.
Pray, was your ear bent forth to hear,
Enthroned of Isreal’s Praise?

Our fathers set a cry,
You saved them from their plight.
Yes, they did trust Jehovah just,
You made them stand upright.

Yet like a worm am I,
Reproachful unto men.
At me they mock and sneering scoff,
Despised as dirt to them.

They say, “He trusted, see!
Then let God rescue him!
He trusted God – a frail facade,
Does God delight in him?”

Did You not form my mind?
And claim me as I nursed?
While in the womb, my God was true,
He caused and kept my birth.

O Lord, Great Adonai,
My trouble now is near.
Lord, do not leave or me bereave,
When everything looks drear.

Though death may face my eye,
And beasts of hell come haunt,
Yet I will laugh and joy still clasp,
Though all my bones pull taunt.

The dogs and bulls in might,
Encompass me around.
My limbs they piece with anger fierce,
And lift me from the ground.

Yet though my body die,
I’ll always trust in thee.
In you is life, my God – my Christ.
You bled to rescue me.

You were the one despised.
You took it in my stead.
I need not fear, Lord, you do hear,
Forsakenness is dead.

Psalm 20: A Psalm of War

God will hear in evil times,
When all about contend.
Call upon the name of God,
Jehovah shall defend.
Yes, He will aid,
With strengthening,
If you have prayed,
His help to bring.

Smell then all our offerings,
God will remember them.
He will hear our hearts desire,
And cause our plans to win.
Then raise a shout!
Jehovah saves!
And round about,
Our banner raise!

For God will listen to our pleas,
And save His chosen band.
Though He is in heaven throned,
We triumph through His hand.
So we advance,
In God we trust.
Lord, see our plans,
And judge them just.

Some may trust in destriers,
The war-shod horse of gore.
But we trust in the name of God,
Remembering the Lord.
For they will fall,
But we will stand.
For God recalls,
All they have planned.

Save, dear Lord!
Yes, answer when we call.
Save, dear Lord!
For you are King of all.

Psalm 18: Deliverer

Hark, hear, and listen, and attend,
I tell you of my Lord –
My Lord, my Love, Deliverer,
My rock, my saving horn.

He is my shield, he covers me,
My fort and palisade,
Yea, when I call – Oh! praise His name!
He swiftly comes to aid.

The cords of death entangled me,
The waves of pain wax high,
The grave’s cold noose comes round my neck,
And snares assault my eyes.

In panic I cried to the Lord,
I – drowning in this sea,
I called for help – to heaven prayed,
Yes, evil, wicked me.

In heaven in the temple sat,
The God of near and far,
And to His temple came my cry,
His holy ear did hear.

And so He roused Him at my cry,
In anger came he forth,
The earth did tremble, mountains quaked,
Before Him storm-clouds birth.

The brightness of His presence cloaked,
In clouds and stones of hail,
And lightning flashed in sheers of flame,
Before Him all did quail.

Jehovah spoke from heaven then,
Resounding coast to coast.
His arrows scattered all my foes,
His bolts did rout their host.

The dreadful waves he hurled back,
The earth beneath laid bare.
Before his neezings all retreats,
This power – for my care.

With great compassion God knelt down,
He pulled me from the sea,
He saved me – ugly, rebel’s spawn!
From foes too strong for me.