Psalm 149†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Sunday Morning 1
Sing a new song to Yahweh; * join his worshipers in song.
††† Israel, rejoice in your Maker; * Zionís children, be glad for your king.
Praise his name with dancing; * praise him with drums and harps.
††† For Yahweh delights in his people, * crowning the lowly with victory.
††††††† Worshipers, revel in the Glorious One; * rejoice when you lie down.
††† God's praise be in your throats * and sharp swords in your hands,
to work vengeance on the nations, * reprisals against the peoples,
††† to bind their kings with chains, * and their leaders with iron shackles,
to inflict on them the written sentence; * let that be honor for all his worshipers.