Richard Brodie

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Psalm 83

1

Keep not thou silence, O God: hold not thy peace, and be not still, O God.

Speak thou, Holy One: note and stop the cold, blood-letting genocide.

2

For, lo, thine enemies make a tumult: and they that hate thee have lifted up the head.

If ye hear a loud, evil taunt that foe hath made, then mute it and help these, the meek.

3

They have taken crafty counsel against thy people, and consulted against thy hidden ones.

I'd say the pagan studies any evil plan to endanger thy chosen flock. Can they undo the state?

4

They have said, Come, and let us cut them off from being a nation; that the name of Israel may be no more in remembrance.

Mean enemy armies aim to bomb our race's remnant off the face of the earth; but my God can annihilate the evil demons.

5

For they have consulted together with one consent: they are confederate against thee:

With crafty counsel the foe there nears thee to destroy thee; God can avenge the nation.

6

The tabernacles of Edom, and the Ishmaelites; of Moab, and the Hagarenes;

Abandon homes, eh? Don't flee. Fight the battles ahead, as armies come near.

7

Gebal, and Ammon, and Amalek; the Philistines with the inhabitants of Tyre;

Fear not a distant death. Sly abominable kings? Whip them! Annihilate them!

8

Assur also is joined with them: they have holpen the children of Lot. Selah.

Oh, alas! Hated, inhumane, hellish troops of the devil rise to lynch the Jews.

9

Do unto them as unto the Midianites; as to Sisera, as to Jabin, at the brook of Kison:

Those nations' dark situation? It is this: to be both a joke, and a mess of manure too.

10

Which perished at Endor: they became as dung for the earth.

Occupied by harsh heathen arms, we're frightened to death!

11

Make their nobles like Oreb, and like Zeeb: yea, all their princes as Zebah, and as Zalmunna:

Zion bleak Zion, All a bad crazy shabbiness! Repent! Eureka, kill alarmed heathen enemies!

12

Who said, Let us take to ourselves the houses of God in possession.

See us, O God! Oh, this powerful odious host seeks to enslave saints.

13

O my God, make them like a wheel; as the stubble before the wind.

Feared kings blew away like seed, eh? O, humble them! To the tomb!

14

As the fire burneth a wood, and as the flame setteth the mountains on fire;

Aha! Use them now to be fuel for Satan, the arsonist that indeed frieth men.

15

So persecute them with thy tempest, and make them afraid with thy storm.

Dimmest, wretched fate yet: it's thy atmosphere run amok that whips them.

16

Fill their faces with shame; that they may seek thy name, O LORD.

Thy wrath? It's hot! Make my foes really feel this death machine.

17

Let them be confounded and troubled for ever; yea, let them be put to shame, and perish:

First cause them to be bummed out, then be deplored, They fell! A pardon? No, never! Death!

18

That men may know that thou, whose name alone is JEHOVAH, art the most high over all the earth.

Men see that thou hast overthrown an evil loathsome king. Ah, What joy the realm hath at home!

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Psalm 148

1

Praise ye the LORD. Praise ye the LORD from the heavens: praise him in the heights.

Sir, let thy happy harp themes ever arise to God in His refined, His ethereal home.

2

Praise ye him, all his angels: praise ye him, all his hosts.

I see the Messiah's armies-in-halos; all lips pray highly.

3

Praise ye him, sun and moon: praise him, all ye stars of light.

Mayhap some solar planets fly in thee, Sirius, adoring Him.

4

Praise him, ye heavens of heavens, and ye waters that be above the heavens.

Waves that heave in a sphere beyond say to fear, even beneath Him. He saves!

5

Let them praise the name of the LORD: for he commanded, and they were created.

We did herald and complement the deft Creator of man: "O my! See that? Here, here!"

6

He hath also stablished them for ever and ever: he hath made a decree which shall not pass.

Ah, hear, Oh man, Heaven's matchless Lord, He who hath devised earth, as it shall be perfected!

7

Praise the LORD from the earth, ye dragons, and all deeps:

Hear planets, and fish-eel myths report: "Real, adored God!"

8

Fire, and hail; snow, and vapours; stormy wind fulfilling his word:

And a harsh flood, wind moving it down in full fury, swirls praise.

9

Mountains, and all hills; fruitful trees, and all cedars:

Lands and all life near us lift the Lord's natural music.

10

Beasts, and all cattle; creeping things, and flying fowl:

Fat cows and tiny gnats in flight, replaced angel bells.

11

Kings of the earth, and all people; princes, and all judges of the earth:

And persons then praised, like that perfect angel of God. Hallelujah!

12

Both young men, and maidens; old men, and children:

Thin nanny, humble senior, and lad commended God.

13

Let them praise the name of the LORD: for his name alone is excellent; his glory is above the earth and heaven.

Shall not all these inhabitants of His ideal planet-home have extreme reverence for their God? Oh yes! Amen!

14

He also exalteth the horn of his people, the praise of all his saints; even of the children of Israel, a people near unto him. Praise ye the LORD.

He'll help the favored special houses of His prosper. I see He'll promote a separate, aloof, holy nation here in this earth, and in the next life.

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Updated: May 10, 2016


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