Psalm #66
(trial by fire and water)
As silver is
tried
thou hast tried us and proved us.
through fire and
water
through affliction, in the net
to a healthy, wealthy
place.
Psalm #133
(a song for organization
men)
How good, how pleasant
for brothers in
unity
together to dwell.
Like dew upon the mountains,
like
ointment upon the head.
Psalm #43
(A
rational song)
Send out light and truth
Let them be
my holy hill,
my tabernacle.
Why then am I so cast
down,
disquieted within me.
Psalm #7
(a
song for reduction in force)
Have I dony Evil
unto
them at peace with me,
without case or cause?
If there be
iniquity,
lay my honor in the dust.
Psalm
#146
(a song of caution)
Do not trust the
prince.
He is but a son of man
in whom no help is.
His
breath departs, dust to dust.
On that day, all plans
perish.
Psalm # 134
(a short song for
serfs)
Behold ye servants
which by night stand in the
house
bless ye now your lord.
Bless in the
sanctuary,
bless by lifting up your hands.
Psalm #123
(a servants song)
I lift up mine eyes
as
the eyes of a maiden
touching her mistress,
as beseeching
servant eyes,
pleading, but filled with
contempt.
Psalm #32
(a song for the
stubborn)
Be not as the horse.
Worse yet, be not as the
mule,
devoid of judgement
and whose temper must be
curbed
with bit, bridle, spur and whip.
Psalm
#36
(a song against pride)
Stay the foot of
pride.
Setting up in his own eyes,
flattering
himself,
devising mischief in bed,
in a way that is not
good.
Psalm #41
(a song for dear old
pals)
Oh, my dear old friend
yea, mine own familiar
friend
in whom I trusted,
who once did eat of my bread,
has
now, now shown me his heels.
Psalm #49
(an
old parable)
Hear a parable,
a dark saying on the
harp.
Trust not in riches.
None can redeem your
brother.
None can reach beyond the grave.
Psalm #62
(in praise of man)
Men dream up
mischief.
Men of low degree are vain,
high degreed tell
lies.
On balance, altogether,
man`s but a tottering
fence.
Psalm #86
(a plea for moral
support)
Proud men against me
and violent assemblies
are
seeking my soul.
Show me a token for good
that they who hate
are ashamed.
Psalm #52
(a sharp
song)
Thou deceitful tongue
loving all devouring
words,
devising mischief,
a sharp razor of deceit,
loving
lies, loving evil.
Psalm #59
(a song for
drifters)
Go round the city
making a noise like a
dog
belching from the mouth
wand'ring up and down for
meat
grudging, if not satisfied.
Psalm
#69
(a bitter song)
Reproach breaks my heart,
I am full
of heaviness.
I look for comfort
even pity -there is
none
gall is meat; vinegar, drink.
Psalm
#55/56
(a song of influenza)
Fearfulness, trembling,
put
my tears in a bottle.
Count out my tossings.
Oh had I wings
of a dove
I would fly away to rest.
Psalm
#109
(a lament)
Gone like the shadow,
tossed about like
the locust,
wounded in the heart,
my flesh faileth of
fatness,
my knees are weak through fasting.
Psalm #13
(a song of exile)
How long, O how long
will
you hide your face from me?
How long hide your heart?
How
long my soul in sorrow?
How long, if not
forever!
Psalm # 137
(a song for
exiles)
As captives we wept,
our harps hung on the
willows.
O Hawaii Nei,
How can we sing in strange
lands,
let the tongue cleave to the mouth.
Psalm #106
(the devils song)
Mingling with
heathen
lusting in the wilderness,
inventing idols
-
similitudes of glory.
Make way for the calf of
gold.
Psalm #44
(a prayer for
succor)
People sold for naught,
counted as sheep for
slaughter.
Scorned by the neighbors,
our belly cleaves to the
earth.
Why do you sleep? Redeem us.
Psalm
#130
(Out of the depths)
From the depths I cry.
Attend to
me, hear my voice,
my supplication.
My soul waits the morning
watch
Yea, more than the morning watch.
Psalm
#141
(evening song)
Give ear to my voice.
Let my prayer
be sent forth
to thee as incense.
and the lifting of my
hands
as an evening sacrifice.
Psalm #4
(for evening shadows)
Lifted up by light,
There is gladness
in my heart.
I dwell in safety.
Now I lay me down to
sleep,
pray the Lord my soul to keep.
Psalm
#124
( a song of freedom)
Our soul is set free
as a bird
out of the snare,
the snare of fowlers.
We are not prey to
their teeth.
The snare broken, we escape.