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MOF PSA Chapter 59

◄ PSA 59 ► ║ ©

From the Choirmaster’s collection. To the tune of “Destroy it not.” A golden ode sung by David when Saul had the house watched, in order to murder him.

59 O my God, rescue me from my foes,

protect me from those who assail me;

2 rescue me from evildoers,

save me from bloodthirsty men.

3 Here they are, lurking to take my life,

a fierce gang to attack me!

And for no sin or crime of mine,

O thou Eternal, for no fault of mine.

4 They run to their posts; oh rouse thyself,

rescue me, look to me!

5 O Lord of hosts,

O God of Israel, rouse thee,

punish the insolent, every one of them,

spare not one vile traitor.

6 They snarl and snarl like dogs,

they prowl round the town in the evening;

7 there they are, blustering, arrogant,

insults on their lips! —

for “Who,” they think, “will hear us?”

8 Thou, O Eternal, thou wilt laugh at them,

wilt mock at all the insolent.

9 O thou my Strength, to thee I sing,

for thou, Eternal, art my fortress.

10 God in his goodness come to my rescue!

May the Eternal let me gloat over my foes!

11 Pity them not, lest my people forget;

rout them, ruin them, by thy might,

O Lord who art shielding me.

12 Each word they utter is a sin;

so let their own pride trap them,

for all their perjury and false talk.

13 Destroy them in thy wrath, destroy them

till they cease to be;

let the world know from end to end

that God does rule in Jacob.

14 They snarl and snarl like dogs,

and prowl at even round the town,

15 roaming in search of prey,

and growling if they miss it.

16 But I sing of thy strength,

a morning song to thy love;

for thou art a fortress to me,

a refuge in my day of danger.

17 O thou my Strength, to thee I sing,

for thou, Eternal, art my fortress.