Psalm 81:1-16
To the Chief Musician. On “the Gittith.” Asaph’s.
81 Shout ye for joy unto God our strength, Sound the note of triumph to the God of Jacob;
2 Raise a melody and strike the timbrel, The lyre so sweet with the harp:
3 Blow at the new moon the horn, At the full moon for the day of our sacred festival:
4 For a statute to Israel it is, A regulation, by the God of Jacob;
5 A testimony in Joseph he appointed it When he went forth over the land of Egypt: A language I liked not used I to hear;
6 I took away from the burden his shoulder, His hands from the clay were set free.
7 In distress thou didst cry and I delivered thee,—I answered thee within a hiding-place of thunder, I proved thee by the waters of Meribah. [Selah.
8 Hear, O my people, and I will adjure thee, O Israel, if thou wilt hearken unto me!
9 There shall not be within thee a foreign God,—Neither shalt thou bow down to a strange God:
10 I Yahweh am thy God Who brought thee up out of the land of Egypt,—Open wide thy mouth, that I may fill it.
11 But my people hearkened not unto my voice, Even Israel inclined not unto me.
12 So then I let them go on in the stubbornness of their own heart, They might walk in their own counsels!
13 If my people were hearkening unto me, [If] Israel in my ways would walk
14 Right soon their foes would I subdue, And against their adversaries would I turn my hand:
15 The haters of Yahweh should come cringing unto him, Then let their own good time be age-abiding!
16 Then would he feed them from the marrow of the wheat, Yea out of the rock—with honey would I satisfy thee.