Psalm 81 Thursday Morning 2
Raise a song and sound the tambour, * the sweet-sounding lyre with the harp.
Blow the trumpet at the new moon, * at the full moon, our pilgrimage day.
For it is a statute, Israel, * an ordinance from the God of Jacob.
He imposed it as a command on Joseph * when he went from the land of Egypt.
I heard the speech of one unknown to me; * I removed the burden from his shoulder; * his hands were freed from the basket.
In distress you called, * and I delivered you.
I answered you from the hiding place of thunder, * though I was provoked by you near Meribah's waters.
Listen, my people, while I testify against you; * Israel, would you but listen to me!
There shall be no strange god among you, * nor shall you worship any alien god.
I am Yahweh your God, * who brought you up out of the land of Egypt, * and filled your wide-open mouth.
But my people did not listen to my voice, * and Israel would have none of me.
So I repudiated them for their stubbornness of heart; * they followed their own designs.
If only my people would listen to me, * and Israel walk in my ways!
At once I would subdue their enemies, * and turn my hand against their adversaries.
Those who hate Yahweh would cringe before him, * and their doom would be sealed forever.
He would feed Israel with wheat from the hill, * and with honey from the mountain would I satisfy you.