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Make haste, O God, me to preserve;
With speed, Lord, rescue me.
Let them that on my soul do prey
Shamed and confounded be:
Let them be turned back, and shamed,
That in my hurt delight.
Turned back be they, Ha, ha! that say,
Their shaming to requite.
O Lord, in you let all be glad,
And joy that seek your face:
Let them who your salvation love
Say still, O God be praised.
But I both poor and needy am;
Come, Lord, and make no stay:
My help you and deliverer are;
O Lord, make no delay.
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Darkness (Psalm 88)
06:35
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Lord God, my Savior, day and night
Before you cried have I.
Before you let my prayer come;
Give ear unto my cry.
For troubles great do fill my soul;
My life draws nigh the grave.
I'm counted with those that go down
To pit, and no strength have.
Even free among the dead, like them
That slain in grave do lie;
Cut off from your hand, whom no more
You have in memory.
You have me laid in lowest pit,
In deeps and darksome caves.
Your wrath lies hard on me, you have
Pressed me with all your waves.
You have put far from me my friends,
You made them to abhor me;
And I am so shut up, that I
Find no evasion for me.
By reason of affliction
My eye mourns dolefully:
To you, Lord, do I call, and stretch
My hands continually.
Will you show wonders to the dead?
Shall they rise, and you bless?
Shall in the grave your love be told?
In death your faithfulness?
Shall your great wonders in the dark,
Or shall your righteousness
Be known to any in the land
Of deep forgetfulness?
But, Lord, to you I cried; my prayer
At morn to you shall rise
Why, Lord, do you cast off my soul,
And your face from me hide
Distressed am I, and from my youth
I ready am to die;
Your terrors I have borne, and am
Distracted fearfully.
The dreadful fierceness of your wrath
Quite over me does go:
Your terrors great have cut me off,
They did pursue me so.
For round about me every day,
Like water, they did roll;
And, gathering together, they
Have compassed my soul.
My friends you have put far from me,
And him that did me love;
And those that mine acquaintance were
To darkness didst remove.
Lord God, my Savior, day and night
Before you cried have I.
Before thee let my prayer come;
Give ear unto my cry.
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Leviathan (Psalm 74)
04:57
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O God, why have you cast us off?
Is it for evermore?
Against your pasture-sheep why does
Your anger smoke so sore?
O call to your remembrance
Your congregation,
Which you have purchased of old;
Still think the same upon:
The rod of your inheritance,
Which you redeemed have
This Zion hill, wherein you had
Your dwelling in times past.
To these long desolations
Your feet lift, do not tarry;
For all the ills your foes have done
Within your sanctuary.
Amidst your congregations
Your enemies do roar:
Their ensigns they set up for signs
Of triumph you before.
They fired have your sanctuary,
And have defiled the same,
By casting down unto the ground
The place where dwelled your name.
Thus said they in their hearts, Let us
Destroy them out of hand:
They burnt up all the gatherings
Of God within the land.
Our signs we do not now behold;
There is not us among
A prophet more, nor any one
That knows the time how long.
How long, Lord, shall the enemy
Thus in reproach exclaim?
And shall the adversary thus
Always blaspheme your name?
Your hand, even your right hand of might,
Why do you thus draw back?
O from your bosom pluck it out
For our deliverance sake.
Now you, O God, arise and plead
The cause that is your own:
Remember how you are reproached
Still by the foolish one.
O let not those that be oppressed
Return again with shame:
Let those that poor and needy are
Give praise unto thy name.
For certainly God is my King,
Even from the times of old,
Working in midst of all the earth
Salvation manifold.
The sea, by your great power, to part
Asunder you did make;
And you the dragons' heads, O Lord,
Within the waters brake.
Leviathan's head your heel did break
In pieces, and did give
It to be meat unto the folk
In wilderness that live.
You split the fountain and the flood,
Which did with streams abound:
You dried the mighty waters up
Unto the very ground.
Have for your covenant regard;
For earth's dark places be
Full of the habitations of
Such horrid cruelty.
Do not forget the voice of those
Who are you enemies:
Of those the tumult ever grows
That do against you rise.
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How long will you forget me, Lord?
Shall it forever be?
O how long shall it be that you
Will hide your face from me?
How long take counsel in my soul,
Still sad in heart, shall I?
O how long over me exalted shall
Be my enemy?
But I have all my confidence
Your mercy set upon;
My heart within me shall rejoice
In your salvation.
O Lord my God, consider well,
And answer to me make:
O my eyes enlighten, lest the sleep
Of death me overtake:
Lest that mine enemy should say,
Against him I prevailed;
And those that trouble me rejoice,
When I am moved and failed.
But I have all my confidence
Your mercy set upon;
My heart within me shall rejoice
In your salvation.
I will unto the Lord my God
Sing praises cheerfully,
Because he has his bounty shown
To me abundantly.
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O Lord, let my cry come to you
The voice of my prayer heed
And in the day of my distress
Hide not your face from me.
Give ear to me; what time I call,
To answer me make haste:
For, as with fire, my bones are burnt,
My days, like smoke, do waste.
My heart within me smitten is,
And it is withered
Like very grass; so that I do
Forget to eat my bread.
By reason of my groaning sigh
My bones cleave to my skin.
Like pelican in wilderness
Forsaken I have been:
I like an owl in desert am,
That nightly there does moan;
I watch, and like a sparrow am
On the house-top alone.
All day my bitter enemies
Reproaches cast on me;
And, being mad at me, with rage
Against me sworn they be.
For why? I ashes eaten have
Like bread, in sorrows deep;
My drink I also mingled have
With tears that I did weep.
Your wrath and indignation
Did cause this grief and pain;
For you have lifted me on high,
And cast me down again.
My wonted strength and force he has
Abated in the way,
And he my days has shortened:
Thus therefore did I say,
My God, in mid-time of my days
Please take me not away:
From age to age eternally
Your years endure and stay.
You shall rise with mercy on Zion yet;
The time to favor her, the time you‘ve set
For in her stones your servants pleasure take;
The very dust they favor for her sake.
So shall the peoples fear your holy name;
The kings of earth shall dread your glory and fame.
When Zion by the Lord built up shall be,
Appear shall he in all his majesty
The destitute prayer surely he’ll regard;
He’ll not despise, by him it shall be heard.
He from his height has downward cast his eye;
And from his throne the Lord the earth did spy;
The groanings of the prisoner he will hear,
To set them free from death and from all fear
That they in Zion may declare his name
And shout aloud the praises of the same;
The people gather shall with one accord,
Assembled be to serve the highest Lord.
The children of your servants shall endure;
And in your sight, Lord, be established sure.
The earth’s foundation of old time you laid;
The heavens also your own hands have made.
You shall them change, and they shall changed be:
But you the same are for eternity.
My days are like unto a shade,
Which as declining pass;
And I am dried and withered,
Even like unto the grass.
But you, Lord, everlasting are
And your remembrance shall
Continually endure, and be
To generations all.
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War (Psalm 55)
05:22
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Lord, hear my prayer, hide not yourself
From my entreating voice:
Attend and hear me; in my plaint
I mourn and make a noise.
Because of all my enemies and
Man’s oppression great:
On me they cast iniquity,
And they in wrath me hate.
Sore pained within me is my heart:
Death's terrors on me fall.
On me comes trembling, fear and dread
Me Overwhelmed withal.
O that I, like a dove, had wings,
Said I, then would I flee
Far hence, that I might find a place
Where I in rest might be.
Lo, then far off I wander would,
And in the desert stay;
From windy storm and tempest I
Would haste to 'scape away.
O Lord, on them destruction bring,
And do their tongues divide;
For in the city violence
And strife I have espied.
They day and night upon the walls
Do go about it round:
There mischief is, and sorrow there
In midst of it is found.
Abundant wickedness there is
Within her inward part;
And from her streets deceitfulness
And guile do not depart.
He was no foe that me reproached,
Then that endure I could;
Nor hater that against me raged
From him me hide I would.
But you who were my equal, guide,
My dearest, closest friend
We joined sweet counsels, to God's house
In company we past.
More smooth than butter were his words,
While in his heart was war;
His speeches were more soft than oil,
And yet drawn swords they are.
Let death upon them seize, and down
Let them go quick to hell;
For wickedness does much abound
Among them where they dwell.
I'll call on God: he will me save.
I'll pray, and cry aloud
At evening, morning, and at noon;
And he shall hear the sound
He hath my soul delivered,
That it in peace might be
From battle that against me was;
For many were with me.
Now cast your burden on the Lord,
And he shall you sustain;
Yea, he shall cause the righteous one
Unmoved to remain.
But you, O Lord my God, those men
In justice overthrow,
And in destruction's dungeon dark
At last shall lay them low
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I Shall Yet (Psalm 42)
03:48
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Like as the deer for water-brooks
In thirst does pant and bray;
So yearns my longing soul, O God,
That come to you I may.
My soul for God, the living God,
Does thirst: when shall I near
Unto your countenance approach,
And in God's sight appear?
O why are you cast down, my soul?
Why in me so dismayed?
Trust God, for I shall praise him yet,
His countenance is my aid.
My tears have unto me been food,
Both in the night and day,
While unto me continually,
Where is your God? they say.
My soul has been poured out in me,
When this I think upon;
Because that with the multitude
I heretofore had gone:
With them into God's house I went,
With voice of joy and praise;
Yea, with the multitude that kept
The solemn holy days.
The crashing of your water-spouts
Deep unto deep does call;
Your breaking waves pass over me,
Yea, and your billows all.
O why are you cast down, my soul?
Why in me so dismayed?
Trust God, for I shall praise him yet,
His countenance is my aid.
My God, my soul's cast down in me;
You therefore mind I will
From Jordan's land, the Hermonites,
And even from Mizar hill.
His loving-kindness yet the Lord
Command will in the day,
His song with me by night; to God,
By whom I live, I'll pray:
And I will say to God my rock,
Why do you forget me?
Why, for my enemies must I
In sorrow always be?
Tis as a sword within my bones,
When my foes me upbraid;
Even when by them, Where is your God?
They daily to me say
O why are you cast down, my soul?
Why, thus with grief oppressed,
Are you disquieted in me?
In God still hope and rest:
For yet I know I shall him praise,
Who graciously to me
The health is of my countenance,
Yea, my own God is he.
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I said, I will look to my ways,
Lest with my tongue I sin:
In sight of wicked men my mouth
With bridle I'll keep in.
With silence I as mute became,
I did myself restrain
From speaking good; but then the more
Increased was my pain.
My heart within me waxed hot;
And, while I musing was,
The fire did burn; and from my tongue
These words I did let pass:
My end, and measure of my days,
O Lord, unto me show
What is the same; that I thereby
My frailty well may know.
You my days a handbreadth made;
My age is in your eye
As nothing: sure each man at best
Is wholly vanity.
Each man walks in a vain show;
They vex themselves in vain:
He heaps up wealth, and does not know
To whom it shall pertain.
And now, O Lord, what wait I for?
From trespass set me free
My hope is fixed on you alone
The fool's scorn make not me.
Silent was I, closed was my mouth,
Because this work was yours
Your stroke take from me; by the blow
Of your hand I am sore
When with rebukes you do correct
Man for iniquity,
You waste his beauty like a moth:
Sure each man's vanity.
Attend my cry, Lord, at my tears
And prayers not silent be:
I sojourn as my fathers all,
And stranger without peace
O spare me now, that I my strength
Recover may again,
Before from hence I do depart,
And here no more remain.
My end, and measure of my days,
O Lord, unto me show
What is the same; that I thereby
My frailty well may know.
And now, O Lord, what wait I for?
From trespass set me free
My hope is fixed on you alone
The fool's scorn make not me.
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We Are Dust (Psalm 103)
05:24
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Bless, O my soul, the Lord your God,
And all that in me is
Be stirred up his holy name
To magnify and bless.
God righteous judgment executes
For all oppressed ones.
His ways to Moses, he his acts
Made known to Israel's sons.
The Lord our God is merciful,
And he is most gracious,
Long-suffering, and slow to wrath,
In mercy plenteous.
He will not chide continually,
Nor keep his anger still.
With us he dealt not as we sinned,
Nor did requite our ill.
Bless, O my soul, the Lord your God,
And don’t ever forget
How upon you he has bestowed
His gracious benefits
Who will most mercifully forgive
All your iniquities
Who your diseases all and pains
Will heal, and you relieve.
Who will redeem your life, that you
To death may not go down;
Who you with loving-kindness and
With tender mercies crown:
Who with abundance of good things
Will satisfy your mouth;
So that, even as the eagle's age,
Renewed will be your youth.
Such pity as a father has
Unto his children dear;
Like pity shows the Lord to such
As worship him in fear.
For he remembers we are dust,
And he our frame well knows.
Frail man, his days are like the grass,
As flower in field he grows:
For over it the wind does pass,
And it away is gone;
And of the place where once it was
It shall no more be known.
But unto them that do him fear
God's mercy never ends;
And to their children's children still
His righteousness extends:
For as the heaven in its height
The earth surpasses far;
So great to those that do him fear
His tender mercies are:
As far as east is distant from
The west, so far has he
From us removed, in his great love,
All our iniquity.
To such as keep his covenant,
And mindful are always
Of his most holy commandments,
That they may them obey.
The Lord prepared has his throne
In heavens firm to stand;
And everything that being has
His kingdom does command.
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10. |
The Preyer, Pt. 2
03:19
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Tarblossom Turin, Italy
Tarblossom is the musical project of Jonathan Kleis, an electro-roots rock that mixes the fire of an Old Testament prophet with the fury of a Flannery O'Connor story. The inspiration behind Tarblossom can be found in the earthy grit of old-time Americana, the swampy spank of Delta bottleneck, and the pulsing ambience of modern electronica as a contemporary setting for ancient texts. ... more
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