(A David psalm for singing.)
My heart won’t quit, God,
Won’t get distracted.
I’m here to sing.
Yes, to make music,
To give you my utmost.
Wake up, piano!
Wake up, guitar!
I will wake up the world with music
As the sun awakens a new day.
I will thank you, Yahweh,
But I won’t do it by myself.
I want others to get in on it with me.
I want whole nations to join in,
Singing your praises with me.
Your love reaches to the stars,
Your truth to the ends of the universe.
Fill space and sky with your beauty, God.
Cover the whole earth with your glory.
I know how very much you love me,
So help me,
Answer me.
Out of his holy otherness,
God’s voice rang out:
“I’ll win.
And when I do,
I’ll parcel out Shechem,
Give Succoth Valley as a gift.
I own Gilead.
I own Manasseh, too.
Ephraim’s my crown.
Judah’s my scepter.
Moab is my mop bucket.
Edom is my dog.
Philistia is my buffoon.”
Who can get me to my hideout?
Who can help me escape to mountainous Edom?
Aren’t you the one, God?
The one who walked off and left us?
The one responsible for our failures?
We can’t count on human help.
It’s worthless.
We need your help.
With you, we’ll win.
You’ll take care of our adversaries for good.