Psalms

To the Chief Musician. On “the Gittith.” Asaph’s.

81 Shout ye for joy unto God our strength, Sound the note of triumph to the God of Jacob;

2 Raise a melody and strike the timbrel, The lyre so sweet with the harp:

3 Blow at the new moon the horn, At the full moon for the day of our sacred festival:

4 For a statute to Israel it is, A regulation, by the God of Jacob;

5 A testimony in Joseph he appointed it When he went forth over the land of Egypt: A language I liked not used I to hear;

6 I took away from the burden his shoulder, His hands from the clay were set free.

7 In distress thou didst cry and I delivered thee,—I answered thee within a hiding-place of thunder, I proved thee by the waters of Meribah. [Selah.

8 Hear, O my people, and I will adjure thee, O Israel, if thou wilt hearken unto me!

9 There shall not be within thee a foreign God,—Neither shalt thou bow down to a strange God:

10 I Yahweh am thy God Who brought thee up out of the land of Egypt,—Open wide thy mouth, that I may fill it.

11 But my people hearkened not unto my voice, Even Israel inclined not unto me.

12 So then I let them go on in the stubbornness of their own heart, They might walk in their own counsels!

13 If my people were hearkening unto me, [If] Israel in my ways would walk

14 Right soon their foes would I subdue, And against their adversaries would I turn my hand:

15 The haters of Yahweh should come cringing unto him, Then let their own good time be age-abiding!

16 Then would he feed them from the marrow of the wheat, Yea out of the rock—with honey would I satisfy thee.