Psalm 68

More from this intriguing translation by Lynn C. Bauman. May all who feel the pull of violence, learn that is not where their majesty lies.  They are so much more than their violence.  I love the images of all the people going to the temple singing.  Even with our differences we become one when we sing.    

 

And gathering all the tribes of earth, 

let blessings rise as if it were a song upon a flood, 

For it is you who are for us the everlasting fount of praise, 

your name as source of all we raise in song. 

And gathered there the least of all the peoples sing

and mingle with the greatest ones. 

Then summoning the power of God  

they grow in strength, 

And at the temple in the city of your peace, 

they bring their gifts 

and raise their voice in thankfulness...

Let everything be offered up in praise and prayer

from East and West and North and South their voices raised. 

O Rider of the powers of heaven and earth, 

send forth a voice, a mighty voice. 

Awaken us to majesty beyond all time. 

Restore us to our ancient strength again, 

So we may say, how great your deeds, O God, 

O Holy One who rides the heavens.   

 

Psalm 68: 26- 29,33-36