Like heat by the shadow of a cloud, the song of the ruthless is silenced.…
For You have been a strong-place for those who could not help themselves
and for those in need because of much trouble.
You have been a safe place from the storm and a shadow from the heat.
For the breath of the one who shows no pity is like a storm against a wall.
Like heat in a dry place, You quiet the noise of the strangers.
Like heat by the shadow of a cloud,
the song of the one who shows no pity is made quiet.
You silence the arrogant song of the violent.
A Pilgrim Song
I look up to the mountains;
does my strength come from mountains?
No, my strength comes from God,
who made heaven, and earth, and mountains.
He won’t let you stumble,
your Guardian God won’t fall asleep.
Not on your life! Israel’s
Guardian will never doze or sleep.
God’s your Guardian,
right at your side to protect you—
Shielding you from sunstroke,
sheltering you from moonstroke.
God guards you from every evil,
he guards your very life.
He guards you when you leave and when you return,
he guards you now, he guards you always.
Your eyes will see the king in his beauty and view a land that stretches afar.
My ears had heard of You but now my eyes have seen You.
Who alone is immortal and who lives in unapproachable light, whom no one has seen or can see. To him be honor and might forever. Amen.
(1 Timothy 6:16)
He will be a holy place; for both Israel and Judah he will be a stone that causes people to stumble and a rock that makes them fall. And for the people of Jerusalem he will be a trap and a snare.
THROUGH JESUS WE SEE GOD’S GLORY
So Jacob called the place Peniel, saying,
“It is because I saw God face to face, and yet my life was spared.”
Song of Praise for God’s Favor
God, you are my God.
I celebrate you. I praise you.
You’ve done your share of miracle-wonders,
well-thought-out plans, solid and sure.
Here you’ve reduced the city to rubble,
the strong city to a pile of stones.
The enemy Big City is a non-city,
never to be a city again.
Superpowers will see it and honor you,
brutal oppressors bow in worshipful reverence.
“Woe to me!” I cried. “I am ruined! For I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among a people of unclean lips, and my eyes have seen the King, the LORD Almighty.”