Rise up, O Shophet* of the earth;
pay back to the proud what they deserve.
How long will the wicked, O Lord,
how long will the wicked be jubilant?
They pour out arrogant words;
all the evildoers are full of boasting.
They crush your people, O Lord;
they oppress your inheritance.
They slay the widow and the alien;
they murder the fatherless.
They say, "The Lord does not see;
the God of Jacob pays no heed."
Take heed, you senseless ones among the people;
you fools, when will you become wise?
Does he who implanted the ear not hear?
Does he who formed the eye not see?
Does he who disciplines nations not punish?
Does he who teaches man lack knowledge?
The Lord knows the thoughts of man;
he knows that they are futile.
Blessed is the man you discipline, O Lord,
the man you teach from your law;
you grant him relief from days of trouble,
till a pit is dug for the wicked.
For the Lord will not reject his people;
he will never forsake his inheritance.
Judgment will again be founded on righteousness,
and all the upright in heart will follow it.
Heavenly Father, Creator of the heavens and the earth, our Shophet, and the Living God, I lift up our elected leaders for your guidance in their making wise decisions for our beloved country. You have blessed us beyond anything ever seen; the prosperity has turned our eyes away from You; we have become arrogant, prideful, greedy, and liars; but Father, we repent and lift our eyes back towards You and ask that You be merciful to this nation. Those of us that love you are increasing and we need your light to brush away the darkness that has settled over our nation.
In the name of your Son, Jesus, I pray.
Not in the Mood
7 years ago