Behold the power of God in the Psalms!

The future proves the past.

Psalm 121:

Assurance of God’s Protection

A Song of Ascents.

121 I lift up my eyes to the hills.

From whence does my help come?

2 My help comes from the Lord,

who made heaven and earth.

3 He will not let your foot be moved,

he who keeps you will not slumber.

4 Behold, he who keeps Israel

will neither slumber nor sleep.

5 The Lord is your keeper;

the Lord is your shade

on your right hand.

6 The sun shall not smite you by day,

nor the moon by night.

7 The Lord will keep you from all evil;

he will keep your life.

8 The Lord will keep

your going out and your coming in

from this time forth and for evermore.

Behold the power of God in the Psalms!

The future proves the past.

Psalm 122:

Song of Praise and Prayer for Jerusalem

A Song of Ascents. Of David.

122 I was glad when they said to me,

“Let us go to the house of the Lord!”

2 Our feet have been standing

within your gates, O Jerusalem!

3 Jerusalem, built as a city

which is bound firmly together,

4 to which the tribes go up,

the tribes of the Lord,

as was decreed for Israel,

to give thanks to the name of the Lord.

5 There thrones for judgment were set,

the thrones of the house of David.

6 Pray for the peace of Jerusalem!

“May they prosper who love you!

7 Peace be within your walls,

and security within your towers!”

8 For my brethren and companions’ sake

I will say, “Peace be within you!”

9 For the sake of the house of the Lord our God,

I will seek your good.

Behold the power of God in the Psalms!

The future proves the past.

Psalm 123:

Supplication for Mercy

A Song of Ascents.

123 To thee I lift up my eyes,

O thou who art enthroned in the heavens!

2 Behold, as the eyes of servants

look to the hand of their master,

as the eyes of a maid

to the hand of her mistress,

so our eyes look to the Lord our God,

till he have mercy upon us.

3 Have mercy upon us, O Lord, have mercy upon us,

for we have had more than enough of contempt.

4 Too long our soul has been sated

with the scorn of those who are at ease,

the contempt of the proud.