Psalm 4 - Psalm 3 mixed toeg. in error

Theme:  Rejoicing in God's protection and
peace.   We can place our confidence in
God because he will listen when we call on him.
Author:  David.  Of the Line of Mary.

The Psalmist Prays:

Hear me when I call, O God of my
    righteousness!
You have relieved me in my distress;
Have mercy on me, and hear my prayer.


Psalmist Doris Prays:
Listen to me when I call out, O my
    righteous God!
You have soothe me when I am anxious;
Show your kindness, and hear my whisper.


The Psalmist Prays:
But you, O Lord, are a shield for me.
My glory and the One who lifts up my
    head.
I cried to the Lord with my voice.
And He heard me from His holy hill.

Psalmist Doris Prays:
But you, O Lord have prepared a protective
    garment for me.
It fits like a second skin, and you raise up my
    head.
I blew out a loud trumpet with my breath.
And from your holy hill your ear picked up my cry.

(This is 3.  I did it in error.)
 The Psalmist Prays:
I awoke, for the Lord sustained me.
I will not be afraid of ten thousands of
    people.
Who have set themselves against me all
    around.

Psalmist Doris Prays:
The morning came, and I beheld the Lord.
I will not be afraid - though there may be
   crowds of people.
Who have set their will against me all
   around.



(SECOND VERSE.)
The Psalmist Prays:

How long, O you sons of men,
Will you turn my glory into shame?
  How long will you love delusions and seek false gods?

Psalmist Doris Prays:
How long, O you heirs of men,
  will you turn my good deeds into evil thoughts?
How long will you love illusions and set up false gods?

The Psalmist Prays:
Know that the Lord has set apart the godly for himself;
   the Lord will hear when I call to him.

Psalmist Doris Prays:
Know that the Lord has separated the schaff from the wheat
   and the better part he keeps for himself.
When I call him He will hear me.

The Psalmist Prays:
In your anger do not sin,
  when you are on your beds,
  search your heart and be silent.
Offer right sacrifices
  and trust in the Lord.

Psalmist Doris Prays:
When you are in turmoil do not sin,
   when you recline in bed
   seek comfort in your heart and be quiet.
Offer true aspirations
   put your trust in the Lord.

The Psalmist Prays:
Many are asking, "Who can show us any good?"
  Let the light of your face shine upon us, "O Lord.
You have filled my heart with great joy."
   that when their grain and new wine abound.
I will lie down and sleep in peace,
   for you alone, O Lord,
   make me dwell in safety.

Psalmist Doris Prays.
Many are asking, "Who can show us wealth?"
   Let your light shine on us, "O Lord
You have filled my day with a boundless step."
    that when their grainsheds are filled and their wineskins
    aplenty.
I will close my eyes and sleep in peace.
    for it is you alone O Lord
    who rest beside me and my breath is easy..
 





  




 

Into the Silent Land Page 31

To close my eyes and feel Christ's presence
     surround me.
I wrap my arms around Him and His arms
     encircle me.
The left side of my face comfortably rests on
     His chest.
And my eyes are squeezed shut.

Christ's bearded chin rests on the top of my
    head.
A slight smile matches my silent intake of
    breath.
Christ buries his lips in my hair -
and for a moment we breathe in unison.
His quiet exhale matching my silent inhale.

All my years of yearnings, tremblings and
  inner turmoils for myself and other dissolve -
and I am comforted by this man's divine presence.

A M E N

Psalm 3

The Lord Helps His Troubled People
  A Psalm of David when he fled
     from Absalom his son.

The Psalmist Prays:
Lord, how they have increased who
    trouble me!
Many are they who rise up against me.
Many are they who say of me,
"There is no help for him in God."

Psalmist Doris Prays:
Lord, the news is not good.
Many rise up against me.
Many are there who whisper against me,
"God will not show His favor to her."

but yet--

A trickling of news is good.
The good woman finds a way.
Those who look on her see Kindness
And know that her step is surefooted.

 The Psalmist Prays:
But You, O Lord, are a shield for me,
My glory and the One who lifts up my
   head.
I cried to the Lord with my voice,
And He heard me from His holy hill.

Psalmist Doris Prays:
But You, O Lord are my Beloved,
My light, and the One who looks out
   from my own eyes.
I wept and the Beloved glanced my way.
He heard me from His holy hill.

The Psalmist Prays:
I awoke for the Lord sustained me,
I will not be afraid of ten thousands of
    people
Who have set themselves against me all
    around.

Psalmist Doris Prays:
My eyes opened for the Lord breathed on me.
I will not be afraid of multitudes of people.
Who have come to do me harm.

The Psalmist Prays:
Arise, O Lord,
Save me, O my God!
For you have struck all my enemies on
    the cheekbone;
You have broken the teeth of the ungodly,
Salvation belongs to the Lord,
Your blessing is upon Your people.

Psalmist Doris Prays:

Awake, O Lord,
Protect me, O my God!
For you have struck a hurtful blow to
  all my enemies
Their teeth have been loossened from their jaw..
They lay strewn on the field, like hay mowed
   down at cutting time.
All honor and glory belongs to the Lord,
All his blessings is upon Your people.






 

Psalm 2

The Messiah's Triumph and Kingdom

The Psalmist Prays:
Why do the nations rage,
And the people plot a vain thing?
The kings of the earth set themsleves,
And the rulers take counsel together,
Against the Lord and against His
    Anointed, saying,
"Let us break their bonds in pieces
 And cast away their cords from us."

Psalmist Doris Prays:
Why do the nations plot,
And the people form a hateful plan?
The kings of the earth unify
And the rulers consort amongst themselves,
Against the Lord and against His
   faithful, saying,
"Let us breath their ropes," they say,
   "and throw off their bindings.". 

 The Psalmist Prays:
He who sits in the heavens shall laugh;
The Lord shall hold them in derision,
Then He shall speak to them in His
    wrath,
And distress them in His deep
    displeasure;
"Yet I have set My King
On my holy hill of Zion."

 Psalmist Doris Prays:
He who looks down from on high smiles;
   The Lord smirks at them;
The Lord shall hold them in anger,
And bring distress to them in His wrath.
Yet I have enthroned My King,
on My holy hill of Zion.

The Psalmist Prays:
I will declare the decree;
The Lord has said to me,
You are My Son,
Tday I have begotten You,
The nations for Your inheritance,
And the ends of the earth for Your
   possession,
You shall break them with a rod of iron,
You shall dash them to pieces like a
    potter's vessel;

Psalmist Doris Prays:

I will make it known;
With utter familiarity He claimed
   me as His Son,
And breathed I am Your Father.
Ask of me anything.
He gave me the nations as my inheritance.
The stars and the moon, the earth and
   all that is in it are your possessions.
You will rule them with a firm hand.
You will scatter them to the four winds
   like a dust bowl in the desert.

 The Psalmist Prays:
Now therefore, be wise, O Kings;
Be instructed, you judges of the earth,
Serve the Lord with fear,
And rejoice with trembling.
Kiss the Son, lest He be angry,
And you perish in the way,
When His wrath is kindled but a little,
Blessed are all those who put their trust in
    Him.

 Psalmist Doris Prays
Now therefore, be wise, O Chosen Ones;
Be it known, you overseers of the earth,
Serve the Lord with fear.
And dance with trepidition,
Kiss the Son, lest he be jealous,
And you exist no longer.
When His wrath is stirred but a little,
Blessed are all those who hold steadfast in
   His path.

BOOK ONE: pSALMS 1--41

Psalm 1
The Way of the Righteous and
  the End of the Ungodly



The Psalmist Prays:

Blessed is the man
Who walks not in the counsel of the
      ungodly,
  Nor stands in the path of sinners,
  Nor sits in the seat of the scornful;
But his delight is in the law of the Lord,
   And in His law he meditates day and
       night.
He shall be like a tree
    Planted by the rivers of water,
    That brings forth its fruit in its season,
     Whose leaf also shall not wither;
And whatever he does shall prosper.


Psalmist Doris Prays:

Blessed is the woman
Who does not have her ear tuned to the gossip of the
     unholy
   Nor casts her lot with the ways of the proud,,
   Nor shares her heart with the haughty.
But her delight is in the lovingkindness of the Lord
   And in His lovingkindness she ponders morning and
       evening.
She shall be like a precious flower
    Planted in the garden of Eden.
    That brings forth its perfume in season,
    Whose petals also shall not wither;
And whatever she does meets with abundance.
 

 The Psalmist Prays:

The ungodly are not so,
But are like the chaff which the wind
        drives away.
Therefore the ungodly shall not stand in
        the judgment
Nor sinners in the congregation of the
       righteous.

Psalmist Doris Prays:

The unholy are not so,
But are like the seeds of a dandelion that a small breeze
       steals away.
Therefore the unholy shall not
       bear witness
Nor be found in the midst of 
       a god-fearing people.

 The Psalmist Prays:

For the Lord knows the way of the righteous,
But the way of the ungodly shall perish.

Psalmist Doris Prays:

For the Lord stands with His people,
But the way of the unholy shall be lost.

Psalm 41

The Blessing  and Suffering
    of the Godly

THE PSALMIST PRAYS:

Blessed is he who considers the poor;
The Lord will deliver him in time of
 trouble.
The Lord will preserve him and keep
  him alive,
And he will be blessed on the earth;
You will not deliver him to the will of his
  enemies.
The Lord will strengthen him on his bed
  of illness.
You will sustain him on his sickbed.

PSALMIST DORIS PRAYS:

Blessed is the woman who casts her glance
  on the downtrodden.
For the Lord calls her Compassionate..
The Lord will smile on her and call her his Beloved.
And she will be blessed in her comings and goings.
You will not put her forth in front of the evil one.
The Lord will lay beside her in her iniquity.
You will sustain her on her sickbed..

THE PSALMIST PRAYS:

I said, "Lord, be merciful to me;
Heal my soul, for I have sinned against
  You."
My enemies speak evil of me.
"When will he die, and his name perish?"
And if he comes to see me, he speaks
  lies,
His heart gathers iniquity to itself;
When he goes out, he tells it.







PSALMIST DORIS PRAYS:

I wept, "Lord, be loving to me;
Heal my spirit, for you know my sorrows..
My enemies would have me disappear.
"When will she depart, and be no more?"
And if she visits me, she looks at me with
  contempt. 
Her heart is full of wrongdoing.
And when she withdraws, she leaves a vapor
  of disdain.

THE PSALMIST PRAYS:

All who hate me whisper together against
  me;
Against me they devise my hurt.
"An evil disease, "they say, "clings to him.
And now that he lies down, he will rise up
  no more."
Even my own familiar friend in whom I
  trusted,
Who ate my bread,
Has lifted his heel against me.

PSALMIST DORIS PRAYS:

All who dislike me speak in low murmurs with one another
  against  me.
Against me they plot my demise.
"A cancer, they say, "spreads through her body.
And now that she is on her sickbed, she will
 waste away."
Even the one I call faithful friend with whom I
 broke bread,
Has slipped from my gaze and turned against
  me.

THE PSALMIST PRAYS:

But You, O Lord, be merciful to me, and
  raise me up.
That I may repay them.
By this I know that You are well pleased
  with me.
Because my enemy does not triumph over
  me.
As for me, You uphold me in my
  integrity.
And set me before your face forever.

PSALMIST DORIS PRAYS:

But You, O Lord, in your lovingkindness
  have seen fit to show me another day.
That in my being I may show your mercy and
  put it before my enemy
By this I know your smile is ever on me.
Because my enemy has failed in its grasp of me..
As for me,  You pour your strength into me.
And hold me in the palm of your hand forever.

THE PSALMIST PRAYS:

Blessed be the Lord God of Israel
From everlasting to everlasting!
Amen and Amen.

PSALMIST DORIS PRAYS:

Blessed be Yahweh, My God, My All.
From beginning to beginning!
The End and The End.

longest journey from the head to the heart.

The longest journey for me from the head to the
heart has been understanding what that means and
still exploring it.

Every time I hear that sentence my mind goes blank.

There is nothing that makes sense of it.

It's like I have a shadow or double exposure next
to myself.  That it sometimes trembles and shakes
and then merges into my body form.

Another way of thinking, another way of seeing.

It takes me a long time to comprehend words.
Like the word compassion -- to feel sorry for
someone-- yes, but there is more of  a depth to
that word compassion than at first hearing.

I step into that other person's body.  I walk with
them.  I don't fix anything.  And that enables me to
survive.