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A classic revisited, De 6:4, the “Sh’ma”
Sh’ma Israel: Yahweh; Eloheynu Yahweh; Echadh.
Hear O Israel: Yahweh; our Elohim Yahweh; is One.
Yahweh is not made of wood, and neither are his words.
It’s O.K. to translate them so that they sound nice.
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But know that Yahweh has distinguished the merciful for himself; Yahweh will hear, in my calling unto him. Let not your disquietude lead to sin; commune with your own heart upon your bed, and be silent. Selah.
Ps 4:3-4
Dawidh admonisheth to abstention from cruelty, anger, and rash speech.
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My Master Yahweh
Oh Yahweh, you have righteous been,
The faithful El above the sky,
It grieves to see that Adhon —i,
The scribes have changed to Adhon —ai.
So let’s restore: psalmar’tan can,
Though he be but a humble man,
If Yahweh will but bless his plan,
To glorify our Father.
So let’s give thanks to our Adhon,
Our faithful master on his throne,
But please don’t make me weep and cry,
By saying that it’s……….Adon—eye!
There is a difference! It’s quite plain!
Just call me up, and I’ll explain!
But if you know I’m wrong, I’ll be!!!
—— a happy man to learn from thee.
the good psalmaritan, 2005
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What is man, that thou remem’brest him,
and the son of Adham, that thou visitest him?
For thou hast made him a little lower than Elohim,
and glory and honor hath crowned him.
Ps 8:4-5
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Oh Yahweh, our Adhon, how excellent is your name in all the earth!
Ps 8:9
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I am wilted and crushed;
I have groaned from the moaning of my heart.
Yahweh, all my desire is before thee,
And my sighing is not hid from thee……
Haste to help me! Yahweh, my salvation!
Psalm 38:8,9,& 22
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So many psalms, so little time! Sorrow, anxiety, grips our soul. Another verse, another line! Who but Yahweh maketh whole? So let’s rejoice, as we’ve been blessed, a page of Psalms, we’ve done our best! Sacred words, to guide our way, priceless treasure, in vessels of clay!
Psalmaritan says, “Thank you, kind Reader!”
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Memoirs of Succoth, 2005 — “Ode To The Bass”
This tale recounts the adventures of a small boat ride and fishing party on Smith Mountain Lake, near Roanoke, VA, mid-way through the Feast of Tabernacles. It’s really amazing how one stretch of shoreline can look like another, especially after fishing on the other side of the lake for a while. Sort of like Levittown or Daly City with waterfront instead of streets. Out of sheer selflessness, and the exemplary humility of the faithfulness of their walk with Yahweh their Elohim, the group may for the moment wish to remain anonymous!
The good Psalmaritan says, “We weren’t lost at all – we knew exactly where we were: that we were on Smith Mountain Lake, Virginia, and among friends!” Nevertheless, we did avail ourselves of some free maps at the local “Century 21” office the next day. “Aren’t cell phones wonderful?”
Ode to the Bass
The bass & we embarked upon an oddess—ean venture,
And true to life, we found ourselves, upon a glassy sea.
‘Twas matched perhaps, but hardly so,
By glassy eyes, and let all know,
That though we’d hardly say as much,
We’d wished we’d brought a map!
And so by wisdom’s fort’uous hand,
Our navigator made his stand,
But well before we’d reached our sand,
The tales had grown quite tall.
And though we’d swore we’d seen it all,
Row on row, wall on wall,
All the same, and yet quite new,
We knew we’d need to call!
So back we went toward the bridge,
And ‘twas a happy day;
All were right, yet all were wrong,
Now gladly do we sing this song;
Next time we’ll bring a map along,
And let the fish away!
Don’t go far away! There’ll be more as soon as we can get them all dried out again!
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From Psalm 39, vs3,4,12,13
Hot my heart within me,
In my thoughts a fire burned.
Words were spoken with my tongue,
Yahweh — Make me know!
My end, the measure of my days,
What! That would I know!
And the cessation of my soul,
When? How will it go?
Yahweh — have mercy — hear my prayer!
Look away — from me forbear!
My soul shall glow, if thou wilt spare —
Before I go, and am no where.
We just got the Psalmaritan a new “poetical license”, and he’s been a little hard to keep under control lately. Please be patient.
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I, to Elohim shall call, and Yahweh, he will save me. Even, morn, and noon, will I— lament and sigh; and he will hear my voice. He has redeemed my soul in peace, from the drawing near against me, for greatly they’ve withstood me. El will hear, rebuke them dear, and turn them back as they were before, evermore, selah, — even the intransigent ones, who fear not Elohim.
Ps 55:16-19
Perhaps inspired by events related to the Absalom rebellion.
Please also see next item…
Paraphrases of Ps55:19, 23
The ones who will not turn from hate,
For reason bright and clear,
But drive in rage for evermore, being entitled,
And Elohim not fear; “The intransigent ones,
Who hold a grudge until they die, who fear not Elohim.”
Despite to give a reason why,
They shall not live out half their days,
But I will trust in Yahweh’s praise! ……………. HalleluYah!
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This is something that caught the Psalmaritan’s interest. There was a saying from the old west, that a farm would go “from dust to dust in three generations.” An industrious generation would create a thriving agricultural enterprise from arid land, a second generation would maintain it, and the third, through moral degeneration, would allow it to return to desolation. This can be an allegory for what often sadly happens in the world of religious organizations, which from the origins of noble aspirations, blossom briefly into good works, only to decline under the relentless burden of unconfronted and unrepented sin, usually in the highest echelons of their earthly leadership. When Yahshua returns, will he truly find faith at all in the earth? “From D. to D. in one G.A.”, stands for “From dust to dust in one generation.” May the salvation of Yahweh come soon, and let us pray to never stray from the truth that we’ve been shown. (The good Psalmaritan adds, “And not merely from the truth that we’ve been shown today!”) A meditation on the desolations that come on those who depart from the good ways, to turn to wickedness, provocations, and violence. Author unknown.
Chidhah (riddle, or parable)
From D. to D. in one G.A.,
It didn’t need to be this way,
And now we’ve gotten old and gray,
From Holy Torah drift and stray,
While soon to come a judgement day,
A fearsome penalty ——
…to pay a Holy Elohim.
Don’t believe it anymore?
And if we do, we’re not quite sure
We care about it, so we pour,
Our life-blood fluid to the floor,
Defy Yahweh to right the score;
Force HIM to change, then we’ll do more:
Displace that Elohim!
But it’s been settled long ago,
And all the nations ought to know,
Yahweh you cannot overthrow.
So sheath your sword, unstring the bow,
Repent, the seeds of peace to sow,
Who knows what mercies he may show?
The holy Elohim.
The Psalmaritan says, “Let us all return to the good works from which we have sadly turned aside, while grace and truth still with us abide, before our face we need to hide, from ONE who soon will no more chide: Yahweh our Elohim.”
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