I want to be happy because of you; I will sing praises to your name, O Most High.
When my enemies turned back, they saw your face and fell dead.
Because you defended me. You sit on your throne and judge justly.
You rebuke the nations. You destroyed the wicked; You blotted out their names forever.
At 9:6, the enemy has reached the end. They were destroyed forever. You tore down their city, and even their names are gone.
I find that the poet's prayer begins with praise. From the following poem, the poet is in trouble and asks God for help. However, at the beginning, he said, I want to thank the Lord with all my heart, because you have avenged me. You rebuke the nations, destroy the wicked, tear down their cities, and blot out the names of the wicked. These actions of God in the past are indeed his vindication, which is one of the reasons why the poet believes that God will continue to help him.
But the Lord sits as king forever; He has set up a throne for the trial.
He will judge the world in righteousness and the peoples in righteousness.
The Lord will also be a high tower for the oppressed and a high tower in times of trouble.
Lord, those who know your name will trust in you, because you have not abandoned those who seek you.
9: 1 1 Sing praises to the LORD who lives in Zion, and proclaim his deeds among all peoples.
For he who seeks for blood remembers the wronged and does not forget the cry of the afflicted.
After counting the grace, the poet thought of the attributes of God. God always sits on the throne, he is just and upright, he helps the poor, and he does not forget the prayers of the poor. So even if the wicked have a well-planned, seemingly powerful and indestructible background, what is terrible? This is a world where God is king. God will never abandon those who seek him, nor will his sheep fall into the hands of the wicked forever. Such a god deserves praise and praise. Sometimes when we are in trouble, we don't have the strength and confidence to cry to God. Then we might as well learn from the poet's prayer at this moment, recall what God has done to us, and think about this just and kind God who listens to people's prayers. I believe we will have the confidence and strength to seek God's help.
9: 13 Lord, you lifted me from under the door of death. Please have pity on me. Look at the pain that those who hate me have caused me.
So that I can tell all your virtues. At the gate of Zion, I will shout for joy at your salvation.
9: 15 Gentiles fell into the pit they dug, and their feet were caught in the net they had hidden.
9: 16 The Lord has revealed himself; He has executed the sentence; The wicked are entangled in the work of their own hands. He wearies the wicked with his own hands. Sila.
9: 17 The wicked, even the Gentiles who forget God, will return to the underworld.
9: 18 The poor will never be forgotten, and their hopes will never fail.
Arise, o Lord, and let no one prevail. Let foreigners be tried in front of you.
O Lord, fear the nations, so that they may know that they are only men. selah
The poet's prayer has just begun here. God who pulled me out of the door of death, please have mercy on me and look at the suffering that those wicked people have brought me. May the wicked who forget God fall into their own schemes; Remember me and make me rejoice in your salvation. In the last two sections, I often think about what kind of prayers poets pray for "no one can win" and "May they know that they are just people". Until I met a person who hurt a sister for no reason, and the plan was detailed, which gathered a lot of public opinion and made the sisters argue endlessly. Sisters shed tears and prayed for God's fair trial, hoping that those who intend to hurt will know that they are only human beings. Later I realized that the wicked don't know God (as section 17 says). They dig holes, secretly set traps and give people suffering. They think they are invincible, complacent and despise the just God (doing injustice means not fearing God and despising the just God). However, this sister knows that God is the king. With the hand of God, these scoffers can fall into the nets they set and dig their own pits. So the elder sister cried to God like a poet: "Lord, please get up ... May they know that they are only human."
Jane Baoyu's writing days are more frequent. /kloc-punch in on 0/2.