I've
quoted Psalm 37 a lot this year.
It's
one of the passages I believe God has given me to hold on to in 2017.
I
also have begun to wonder if it is prophetic for our time.
I could be wrong about that – I guess we'll see how that unfolds, if it does.
I could be wrong about that – I guess we'll see how that unfolds, if it does.
Here
it is from the translation / paraphrase called The Message...
Psalm
37
1-2 Don’t
bother your head with braggarts or wish you could succeed like the
wicked.
In
no time they’ll shrivel like grass clippings and wilt like cut
flowers in the sun.
Keep
company with God, get in on the best.
He’ll
validate your life in the clear light of day and stamp you with
approval at high noon.
Don’t bother with those who climb the ladder, who elbow their way to the top.
Before
long the crooks will be bankrupt; God-investors will soon own the
store.
10-11 Before
you know it, the wicked will have had it; you’ll stare at his once
famous place and—nothing!
Down-to-earth people will move in and take over, relishing a huge bonanza.
But God isn’t losing any sleep; to him they’re a joke with no punch line.
They’re
out to beat up on the harmless, or mug that nice man out walking his
dog.
A
banana peel lands them flat on their faces—slapstick figures in a
moral circus.
One
righteous will outclass fifty wicked,
For
the wicked are moral weaklings but the righteous are God-strong.
In
hard times, they’ll hold their heads high; when the shelves are
bare, they’ll be full.
God’s
enemies are finished—stripped bare like vineyards at harvest time,
vanished like smoke in thin air.
Righteous
gives and gives.
Generous
gets it all in the end;
Stingy
is cut off at the pass.
If
he stumbles, he’s not down for long; God has a grip on his hand.
25-26 I
once was young, now I’m a graybeard—not once have I seen an
abandoned believer, or his kids out roaming the streets.
Every
day he’s out giving and lending, his children making him proud.
work
for the good and don’t quit.
God
loves this kind of thing, never turns away from his friends.
The good get planted on good land and put down healthy roots.
His heart pumps God’s Word like blood through his veins; his feet are as sure as a cat’s.
God, alert, is also on watch—Wicked won’t hurt a hair of his head.
don’t
leave the path.
He’ll
give you your place in the sun
while
you watch the wicked lose it.
The next time I looked there was nothing—a punctured bladder, vapid and limp.
There’s a future in strenuous wholeness.
But
the willful will soon be discarded;
insolent
souls are on a dead-end street.
it’s
also protected and safe.
God-strengthened,
we’re delivered from evil—when we run to him, he saves us.
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