Anonymous ID: c6ac1c April 25, 2018, 2:24 p.m. No.1185015   🗄️.is 🔗kun

Behold the power of God in the Psalms!

 

The future proves the past.

 

Psalm 87:

 

The Joy of Living in Zion

A Psalm of the Sons of Korah. A Song.

 

87 On the holy mount stands the city he founded;

2 the Lord loves the gates of Zion

more than all the dwelling places of Jacob.

3 Glorious things are spoken of you,

O city of God. Selah

 

4 Among those who know me I mention Rahab and Babylon;

behold, Philistia and Tyre, with Ethiopia—

“This one was born there,” they say.

5 And of Zion it shall be said,

“This one and that one were born in her”;

for the Most High himself will establish her.

6 The Lord records as he registers the peoples,

“This one was born there.” Selah

 

7 Singers and dancers alike say,

“All my springs are in you.”

Anonymous ID: c6ac1c April 25, 2018, 3:07 p.m. No.1185598   🗄️.is 🔗kun

Behold the power of God in the Psalms!

 

The future proves the past.

 

Psalm 88:

 

Prayer for Help in Despondency

A Song. A Psalm of the Sons of Korah.

A Maskil of Heman the Ezrahite.

 

88 O Lord, my God, I call for help by day;

I cry out in the night before thee.

2 Let my prayer come before thee,

incline thy ear to my cry!

 

3 For my soul is full of troubles,

and my life draws near to Sheol.

4 I am reckoned among those who go down to the Pit;

I am a man who has no strength,

5 like one forsaken among the dead,

like the slain that lie in the grave,

like those whom thou dost remember no more,

for they are cut off from thy hand.

6 Thou hast put me in the depths of the Pit,

in the regions dark and deep.

7 Thy wrath lies heavy upon me,

and thou dost overwhelm me with all thy waves. Selah

8 Thou hast caused my companions to shun me;

thou hast made me a thing of horror to them.

I am shut in so that I cannot escape;

9 my eye grows dim through sorrow.

Every day I call upon thee, O Lord;

I spread out my hands to thee.

10 Dost thou work wonders for the dead?

Do the shades rise up to praise thee? Selah

11 Is thy steadfast love declared in the grave,

or thy faithfulness in Abaddon?

12 Are thy wonders known in the darkness,

or thy saving help in the land of forgetfulness?

 

13 But I, O Lord, cry to thee;

in the morning my prayer comes before thee.

14 O Lord, why dost thou cast me off?

Why dost thou hide thy face from me?

15 Afflicted and close to death from my youth up,

I suffer thy terrors; I am helpless.

16 Thy wrath has swept over me;

thy dread assaults destroy me.

17 They surround me like a flood all day long;

they close in upon me together.

18 Thou hast caused lover and friend to shun me;

my companions are in darkness.