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.


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