SCRIPTED (adjective) 1. written; 2. devised
NOTION (noun) 1. an idea, opinion, or concept;
2. a vague understanding or impression;
3. a sudden desire or whim
Saturday, December 27, 2014
Friday, December 26, 2014
Thursday, December 25, 2014
Psalm 148
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Psalm 147
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
Psalm 146
4 When his spirit goes forth he returns to the earth, on that very day all his plans come to nothing.
Monday, December 22, 2014
Psalm 145
7 They will bring out the memory of your great generosity, and joyfully acclaim your saving justice.
Sunday, December 21, 2014
Psalm 144
2 my faithful love, my bastion, my citadel, my Savior; I shelter behind him, my shield, he makes the peoples submit to me.
7 Stretch down your hand from above, save me, rescue me from deep waters, from the clutches of foreigners,
11 save me, rescue me from the clutches of foreigners whose every word is worthless, whose right hand testifies to falsehood.
12 May our sons be like plants growing tall from their earliest days, our daughters like pillars carved fit for a palace,
Saturday, December 20, 2014
Psalm 143
3 An enemy is in deadly pursuit, crushing me into the ground, forcing me to live in darkness, like those long dead.
7 Answer me quickly, Yahweh, my spirit is worn out; do not turn away your face from me, or I shall be like those who sink into oblivion.
Friday, December 19, 2014
Psalm 142
3 However faint my spirit; you are watching over my path. On the road I have to travel they have hidden a trap for me.
4 Look on my right and see -- there is no one who recognizes me. All refuge is denied me, no one cares whether I live or die.
Thursday, December 18, 2014
Psalm 141
4 Check any impulse to speak evil, to share the foul deeds of evil-doers. I shall not sample their delights!
5 May the upright correct me with a friend's rebuke; but the wicked shall never anoint my head with oil, for that would make me party to their crimes.
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Psalm 140
4 Keep me, Yahweh, from the clutches of the wicked, protect me from violent men, who are bent on making me stumble, laying out snares where I walk,
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
Psalm 139
14 For so many marvels I thank you; a wonder am I, and all your works are wonders. You knew me through and through,
15 my being held no secrets from you, when I was being formed in secret, textured in the depths of the earth.
16 Your eyes could see my embryo. In your book all my days were inscribed, every one that was fixed is there.
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