Psalms
Chapter 18
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(To the choir-master. A psalm. Of David.)
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See how the skies proclaim God’s glory, how the vault of heaven betrays his craftsmanship!
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Each day echoes its secret to the next, each night passes on to the next its revelation of knowledge;
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no word, no accent of theirs that does not make itself heard,
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till their utterance fills every land, till their message reaches the ends of the world.
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In these, he has made a pavilion for the sun, which comes out as a bridegroom comes from his bed, and exults like some great runner who sees the track before him.
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Here, at one end of heaven, is its starting-place, and its course reaches to the other; none can escape its burning heat.
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The Lord’s perfect law, how it brings the soul back to life; the Lord’s unchallengeable decrees, how they make the simple learned!
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How plain are the duties which the Lord enjoins, the treasure of man’s heart; how clear is the commandment the Lord gives, the enlightenment of man’s eyes!
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How sacred a thing is the fear of the Lord, which is binding for ever; how unerring are the awards which the Lord makes, one and all giving proof of their justice!
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All these are more precious than gold, than a hoard of pure gold, sweeter than the honey, dripping from its comb.
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By these I, thy servant, live, observing them how jealously!
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And yet, who knows his own frailties? If I have sinned unwittingly, do thou absolve me.
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Keep me ever thy own servant, far from pride; so long as this does not lord it over me, I will yet be without fault, I will yet be innocent of the great sin.
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Every word on my lips, every thought in my heart, what thou wouldst have it be, O Lord, my defender, my redeemer!