Deliver Me From Evil (Psalm 41:5-13)

My enemies expect my death, destruction of my name,
Disseminating lies and scheming scandals for my shame.
They’re misers of iniquity and men who hoard their sin,
My faithful friend who ate my food turned foe-man in the end!

O, dearest Lord, but You and You alone deliver me,
Give grace and get me up at once again Your call I’ll seek.
By this I know You heard my hollering for help and aid:
If these malicious men may never marshall troops in might arrayed.

I know that You deserve my praise, since You were pleased with me,
For You positioned me that You might hear my prayers and pleas,
You hallowed me and cleansed me of abhorrent calumny,
The Lord be praised in every age, amen eternally!

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Psalm 22: Salvation of Epic Proportions

Come tune the psaltery and the lute,
Prepare your violin and flute,
Warm up your voice to sing my song,
Behold, God hears and rights all wrongs.

The dogs came out…
The sword’s edge keen…
Now lion’s mouth…
And bulls’ horns gleam…
Amidst this dreadful tortuous sea,
God was not far to rescue me.

The dogs He slew by His own hand,
The sword He shattered, ground to sand.
The lion’s fangs He broke and pulled,
He sawed the horns from off the bulls.

I cried, “Hosanna!” and He saved,
Not counting wounds or pain or grave.
He conquered all, including death,
So shall I praise till my last breath.

Arise you fyrds and carls, stand!
Rise regulars, militia bands!
You warriors of the Holy King,
Now praise the Lord! His glory sing!

Though we are putrid, slimed with sin,
The sin like sewage, starved and thin,
God won’t despise this filthy plight,
Of us: abhorrent gutter-snipes.

I’ll praise Him at the greatest feast,
Declaring in the crowded streets.
God teaches me what words to say,
That I might praise Him night and day.

The poor are given food to eat,
My God shall live eternally.
The ends of all the earth shall sing,
All ethnic groups will praise the King.

The mighty of the earth shall bow,
Like snakes to eat the dust of ground
From our posterity proceeds,
A declaration of His deeds.

Come tune your erhu and the pipes,
Prepare the sitar, timbrel, fifes.
A band of all ethnicities,
To praise the Three Eternities.

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.