Psalm 61—Blow your love through me until I whistle with it.
Hear me. I send my song From the farthest flung deep. My blood seeps through my body At a faint pace and my whole heart ebbs. I am afraid. Walk me to the rock higher than I, Summit me to the stormtower; I need somewhere to hide. If God is my refuge, my enemies Can billow and buck around me, But I will be safe. Lord, let me shelter there forever. I want to live where you live. Keep me. Save me. Take me in. You have heard my words, How I begged for help And swore myself to you, If only you would give me good And rout out all my waking fears. Now, ride your reign down like wind. Winnow me up and Make my enemies chaff all away. Blow your love through me Until I whistle with it. Hold all my life safe in your hands; I will live out every one of my promises.
Psalm 70—Pass the thread of your grace through their tangled hopes until the knot is loosed.
God, hurry. Do not wait another day To help me. Rush. Hasten. Fly to me. Scatter back the pack Of dark dogs that hound around me, Who seek my life like a treed fox. Their smiles are all sharp teeth, Their plans for me glitter in rows In the open maws of their minds. Muzzle their mouths and Round them to heel. But be a haven for all Who come to you for help. May all who throw themselves On your salvation like it was The last hope they have Be glad, be graced, be set in place. For every hangdog day and every Hunted prayer, give them double back Of joy, of life, of sudden, surprising, settled peace. Pass the thread of your grace Through their tangled hopes Until the knot is loosed. Remember every time they raised pleas to you With their faces pressed to the ground. Make good their uncounted prayers You yet numbered and held, Bated and unforgotten.
Psalm 54—He will not leave me alone, stranded, strangled, and caught.
Fly toward me, God. I am hidden here Awaiting the last thing That could save me. Hear me, God. My only thoughts Are prayers. My only hope Is that you would answer And rush to my side. I am hunted by people I don’t know. I am sought by those who Seek to take my life. Yet, I have set God before me, My last long hope. My God is my help. If I lean my needs onto him, He will not disappoint me. He will not leave me alone, stranded, Strangled, and caught. I wish that evil would collapse Back on those who did evil to me. I wish their lies would fall To pieces beneath the weight Of your vaster truth. So here I am. Ready To sacrifice, ready to praise. I know that you will end the story When it ought to be ended And not before. I know that you have saved me And will again.
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Thank you. The Lord brought these to me when I needed them. Your writing in Him and for Him makes Christ so very beautiful, approachable, and yet holy and glorious.
Love the contemporary and poetic translation. Wish we had a way to render God here though in terms other than as an anthropomorphised and masculinised gendered entity. (This by-now very old point feels especially urgent right now). MCC church has lovely guidelines on decolonising and de-gendering our language about what we name God.