Showing posts with label psalms. Show all posts
Showing posts with label psalms. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Unknown William Shatner




as the deer longs 
for the running waters my soul 
longs o God for you 
I recall pouring out my 
soul within me 
how I used 
to walk in the great procession 
leading to the house of God 
among the 
shouts of joy and 
praise in crowds keeping 
the feast day 
why are you sad my soul sighing 
within me deep call out to deep 
in the roar of your cataracts 
all your surges have passed over me 
all your waves 
my very bones feel 
the blow as my enemies mock me 
as daily I am taunted where is 
your God why are you  
sad my soul sighing within me 
hope in God for I shall yet praise him 
again he who saves me from shame 
my own God

Monday, November 15, 2010

By the waters of Babylon, we sat down. . .



By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept


when we remembered Zion.


There on the poplars


we hung our harps,


for there our captors asked us for songs,


our tormentors demanded songs of joy;


they said, "Sing us one of the songs of Zion!"



How can we sing the songs of the Lord


while in a foreign land?


If I forget you, Jerusalem,


may my right hand forget its skill.


May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth


if I do not remember you,


if I do not consider Jerusalem


my highest joy.



Remember, Lord, what the Edomites did


on the day Jerusalem fell.


"Tear it down," they cried,


"tear it down to its foundations!"


Daughter Babylon, doomed to destruction,


happy is the one who repays you


according to what you have done to us.


Happy is the one who seizes your infants


and dashes them against the rocks.


Psalm 137