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From: "Donnie Parrett" <[email protected]>
To: <[email protected]>
Sent: Thursday, June 11, 2009 10:49 PM
Subject: Daily Bible Reading For Friday June 12


> Psalm 41-45 (The Message)
>
> Psalm 41
> A David Psalm
> 1-3Dignify those who are down on their luck; you'll feel good-that's what 
> God does.
>   God looks after us all,
>      makes us robust with life-
>   Lucky to be in the land,
>      we're free from enemy worries.
>   Whenever we're sick and in bed,
>      God becomes our nurse,
>      nurses us back to health.
>
> 4-7 I said, "God, be gracious!
>      Put me together again-
>      my sins have torn me to pieces."
>   My enemies are wishing the worst for me;
>      they make bets on what day I will die.
>   If someone comes to see me,
>      he mouths empty platitudes,
>   All the while gathering gossip about me
>      to entertain the street-corner crowd.
>   These "friends" who hate me
>      whisper slanders all over town.
>   They form committees
>      to plan misery for me.
>
> 8-9 The rumor goes out, "He's got some dirty,
>      deadly disease. The doctors
>      have given up on him."
>   Even my best friend, the one I always told everything
>      -he ate meals at my house all the time!-
>      has bitten my hand.
>
> 10 God, give grace, get me up on my feet.
>      I'll show them a thing or two.
>
> 11-12 Meanwhile, I'm sure you're on my side-
>      no victory shouts yet from the enemy camp!
>   You know me inside and out, you hold me together,
>      you never fail to stand me tall in your presence
>      so I can look you in the eye.
>
> 13 Blessed is God, Israel's God,
>      always, always, always.
>      Yes. Yes. Yes.
> Psalm 42
> A psalm of the sons of Korah
> 1-3 A white-tailed deer drinks from the creek;
>   I want to drink God,
>      deep draughts of God.
>   I'm thirsty for God-alive.
>   I wonder, "Will I ever make it-
>      arrive and drink in God's presence?"
>   I'm on a diet of tears-
>      tears for breakfast, tears for supper.
>   All day long
>      people knock at my door,
>   Pestering,
>      "Where is this God of yours?"
>
> 4 These are the things I go over and over,
>      emptying out the pockets of my life.
>   I was always at the head of the worshiping crowd,
>      right out in front,
>   Leading them all,
>      eager to arrive and worship,
>   Shouting praises, singing thanksgiving-
>      celebrating, all of us, God's feast!
>
> 5 Why are you down in the dumps, dear soul?
>      Why are you crying the blues?
>   Fix my eyes on God-
>      soon I'll be praising again.
>   He puts a smile on my face.
>      He's my God.
>
> 6-8 When my soul is in the dumps, I rehearse
>      everything I know of you,
>   From Jordan depths to Hermon heights,
>      including Mount Mizar.
>   Chaos calls to chaos,
>      to the tune of whitewater rapids.
>   Your breaking surf, your thundering breakers
>      crash and crush me.
>   Then God promises to love me all day,
>      sing songs all through the night!
>      My life is God's prayer.
>
> 9-10 Sometimes I ask God, my rock-solid God,
>      "Why did you let me down?
>   Why am I walking around in tears,
>      harassed by enemies?"
>   They're out for the kill, these
>      tormentors with their obscenities,
>   Taunting day after day,
>      "Where is this God of yours?"
>
> 11 Why are you down in the dumps, dear soul?
>      Why are you crying the blues?
>   Fix my eyes on God-
>      soon I'll be praising again.
>   He puts a smile on my face.
>      He's my God.
> Psalm 43
> 1-2 Clear my name, God; stick up for me against these loveless, immoral 
> people.
>   Get me out of here, away
>      from these lying degenerates.
>   I counted on you, God.
>      Why did you walk out on me?
>   Why am I pacing the floor, wringing my hands
>      over these outrageous people?
>
> 3-4 Give me your lantern and compass,
>      give me a map,
>   So I can find my way to the sacred mountain,
>      to the place of your presence,
>   To enter the place of worship,
>      meet my exuberant God,
>   Sing my thanks with a harp,
>      magnificent God, my God.
>
> 5 Why are you down in the dumps, dear soul?
>      Why are you crying the blues?
>   Fix my eyes on God-
>      soon I'll be praising again.
>   He puts a smile on my face.
>      He's my God.
> Psalm 44
> A Psalm of the Sons of Korah
> 1-3 We've been hearing about this, God, all our lives.
>   Our fathers told us the stories
>      their fathers told them,
>   How single-handedly you weeded out the godless
>      from the fields and planted us,
>   How you sent those people packing
>      but gave us a fresh start.
>   We didn't fight for this land;
>      we didn't work for it-it was a gift!
>   You gave it, smiling as you gave it,
>      delighting as you gave it.
>
> 4-8 You're my King, O God-
>      command victories for Jacob!
>   With your help we'll wipe out our enemies,
>      in your name we'll stomp them to dust.
>   I don't trust in weapons;
>      my sword won't save me-
>   But it's you, you who saved us from the enemy;
>      you made those who hate us lose face.
>   All day we parade God's praise-
>      we thank you by name over and over.
>
> 9-12 But now you've walked off and left us,
>      you've disgraced us and won't fight for us.
>   You made us turn tail and run;
>      those who hate us have cleaned us out.
>   You delivered us as sheep to the butcher,
>      you scattered us to the four winds.
>   You sold your people at a discount-
>      you made nothing on the sale.
>
> 13-16 You made people on the street,
>      urchins, poke fun and call us names.
>   You made us a joke among the godless,
>      a cheap joke among the rabble.
>   Every day I'm up against it,
>      my nose rubbed in my shame-
>   Gossip and ridicule fill the air,
>      people out to get me crowd the street.
>
> 17-19 All this came down on us,
>      and we've done nothing to deserve it.
>   We never betrayed your Covenant: our hearts
>      were never false, our feet never left your path.
>   Do we deserve torture in a den of jackals?
>      or lockup in a black hole?
>
> 20-22 If we had forgotten to pray to our God
>      or made fools of ourselves with store-bought gods,
>   Wouldn't God have figured this out?
>      We can't hide things from him.
>   No, you decided to make us martyrs,
>      lambs assigned for sacrifice each day.
>
> 23-26 Get up, God! Are you going to sleep all day?
>      Wake up! Don't you care what happens to us?
>   Why do you bury your face in the pillow?
>      Why pretend things are just fine with us?
>   And here we are-flat on our faces in the dirt,
>      held down with a boot on our necks.
>   Get up and come to our rescue.
>      If you love us so much, Help us!
> Psalm 45
> A Wedding Song of the Sons of Korah
> 1 My heart bursts its banks, spilling beauty and goodness.
>   I pour it out in a poem to the king,
>      shaping the river into words:
>
>
> 2-4 "You're the handsomest of men;
>      every word from your lips is sheer grace,
>      and God has blessed you, blessed you so much.
>   Strap your sword to your side, warrior!
>      Accept praise! Accept due honor!
>      Ride majestically! Ride triumphantly!
>   Ride on the side of truth!
>      Ride for the righteous meek!
>
> 4-5 "Your instructions are glow-in-the-dark;
>      you shoot sharp arrows
>   Into enemy hearts; the king's
>      foes lie down in the dust, beaten.
>
> 6-7 "Your throne is God's throne,
>      ever and always;
>   The scepter of your royal rule
>      measures right living.
>   You love the right
>      and hate the wrong.
>   And that is why God, your very own God,
>      poured fragrant oil on your head,
>   Marking you out as king
>      from among your dear companions.
>
> 8-9 "Your ozone-drenched garments
>      are fragrant with mountain breeze.
>   Chamber music-from the throne room-
>      makes you want to dance.
>   Kings' daughters are maids in your court,
>      the Bride glittering with golden jewelry.
>
> 10-12 "Now listen, daughter, don't miss a word:
>      forget your country, put your home behind you.
>   Be here-the king is wild for you.
>      Since he's your lord, adore him.
>   Wedding gifts pour in from Tyre;
>      rich guests shower you with presents."
>
> 13-15 (Her wedding dress is dazzling,
>      lined with gold by the weavers;
>   All her dresses and robes
>      are woven with gold.
>   She is led to the king,
>      followed by her virgin companions.
>   A procession of joy and laughter!
>      a grand entrance to the king's palace!)
>
> 16-17 "Set your mind now on sons-
>      don't dote on father and grandfather.
>   You'll set your sons up as princes
>      all over the earth.
>   I'll make you famous for generations;
>      you'll be the talk of the town
>      for a long, long time."
>
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>
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>
>
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> Donnie Parrett
> 1956 Asa Flat Road
> Annville, Kentucky  40402
> Home Phone:  606-364-3321
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