Psalm 78                                                                           Friday & Saturday 4 Seasonal (Sat @ "+")

        Listen, my people, to my teaching; * turn your ears to the words of my mouth.

        I will open my mouth in a parable; * I will reveal riddles of old.

            What we have heard and know, * what our fathers have told us

            we will not hide from our grandchildren, * but will tell the next generation:

            the glorious deeds of Yahweh and his triumph, * the miracles that he has worked.

               He set up a decree in Jacob * and established a law in Israel,

               that what he commanded our fathers, * they should make known to their sons,

            so that the next generation might know, * the children yet unborn * might arise and tell them to their children,

            that they might put their hope in God, * and never forget the deeds of El,

        that they might ever keep his commands, * and not be like their fathers:

        a wayward and rebellious generation, * a generation whose heart was not firm, * whose spirit was unfaithful to God.


The sons of Ephraim were his bowmen, * his treacherous archers * who turned on the day of battle.

They failed to keep the covenant with God, * and refused to walk according to his law.

They forgot his deeds, * the wonders that he had shown them.

    In the sight of their fathers he worked marvels, * in the land of Egypt, in the plain of Zoan.

    He split the sea and brought them through; * he made the waters stand like a dike.

    He led them by a cloud by day, * through the night by light of fire.

He split the rock in the wilderness, * and watered the vast wasteland itself.

He made streams come out of the crag, * caused waters to run down like rivers.


    Yet they continued to sin against him, * to defy the Most High in the desert.

    They tested God in their heart, * by demanding food for their gullet.

        They spoke against God and said, * Can God prepare a table in the wilderness?

        Even though he struck the rock, * so that the water gushed forth, * and streams swept down in torrents,

        can he also give bread * or provide meat for his people?

    So when Yahweh heard them * he seethed with anger;

    his fire flared up against Jacob, * and his anger rose against Israel,

    because they had no faith in God, * and did not trust his saving power.


        Yet he commanded the skies above, * and opened the doors of heaven.

        He rained down on them manna to eat, * and gave them the grain of heaven.

        Mere man ate the food of angels; * he sent them provisions in abundance.

            He let loose the east wind from heaven, * and led forth the south wind from his fortress.

            And he rained on them flesh like dust, * winged fowl like the ocean sands.

        He made them fall in the midst of their camp, * all around their dwellings.

        So they ate and had their fill; * he brought them what they craved.


            They did not desist from their complaining * with their food still in their mouth.

            God's anger rose against them; * he killed their sturdiest, * and cut down the choice youth of Israel.

               In spite of all this they went on sinning, * and did not believe in his wonders.

               Their days he made vanish more quickly than vapor, * their years more quickly than a fleeting phantom.

               When he killed them they sought him; * they repented and sought God in earnest.

               They remembered that God was their Mountain, * and the Most High God their Redeemer.

            But they flattered him with their mouth, * while they lied to him with their tongue.

            Their heart was not steadfast toward him; * they did not believe in his covenant.


                   But he the Merciful forgave their sin, * and did not destroy them.

                   He restrained his anger often, * and nurtured none of his rage.

                   He remembered that they were but flesh, * a passing breath that never returns.


+          How often they defied him in the wilderness, * and grieved him in the desert!

            Again and again they tempted God, * and provoked the Holy One of Israel.

                They did not remember his power, * the day when he ransomed them from the adversary,

                when he worked his miracles in Egypt, * and his prodigies in the plain of Zoan,

                when he turned into blood their rivers, * their streams so that they could not drink.

                    He sent flies against them to devour them, * and frogs to destroy them.

                    He gave their crops to the grasshopper, * the fruit of their labor to the locust.

                    He killed their vines with hail, * and their sycamores with frost.

                    He handed over their cattle to hail, * and their flocks to thunderbolts.

                He sent against them his blazing anger, * fury, rage and havoc,

                an escort of his devastating angels * to smooth his path before him.

            He did not spare them from death, * but handed over their lives to the plague.

            He struck all the firstborn of Egypt, * the first fruit of their vigor in the tents of Ham.


        Then he led forth his people like sheep, * and like a flock guided them through the wilderness.

        He guided them securely and unafraid, * while the sea engulfed their foes.

           He brought them to his holy Mount, * the mountain that his right hand had won.

           He drove out nations before them, * cut them down on their highlands,

           and settled in their tents * the tribes of Israel.

        But they defiantly tempted God; * the Most High and his commandments they did not heed.

        They turned away and broke faith like their fathers; * they gave way like a faulty bow.

        They angered him with their hilltop shrines, * and with their idols roused his jealousy.


    God heard them and was enraged, * his Greatness rejected Israel.

    He abandoned his dwelling in Shiloh, * the tent he pitched among men.

        He gave his fortress to the captors, * his glorious ark into the hand of the enemy.

        He handed over his people to the sword, * and vented his anger on his patrimony.

    Fire devoured their young men, * their girls were not praised in wedding song.

    Their priests fell by the sword, * their widows sang no dirges.


Then the Lord awoke like one who had slept, * like a warrior resting after wine.

He struck his adversaries on the rear; * he covered them with everlasting shame.

    He rejected the tents of Joseph, * and chose not the tribe of Ephraim.

    But he chose the tribe of Judah, * Mount Zion which he loved.

    He built his sanctuary high like the heavens, * firm like the earth he established from eternity.

He chose David his servant, * and took him from the sheepfolds.

From following ewes he brought him * to shepherd Jacob his people, * and Israel his patrimony.

He tended them with blameless heart, * with skillful hands he guided them.

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