Daily Scripture Reflection
O God, by your name save me. By your strength defend my cause.
O God, hear my prayer. Listen to the words of my mouth.
The arrogant have risen against me; the ruthless seek my life;
they do not keep God before them.
God is present as my helper; the Lord sustains my life.
Turn back the evil upon my foes; in your faithfulness, destroy them.
Then I will offer you generous sacrifice and praise your gracious name, Lord,
because it has rescued me from every trouble, and my eyes look down on my foes.
Wait eagerly for the Lord, and keep to the way;
God will raise you to possess the land; you will gloat when the wicked are cut off.
I have seen ruthless scoundrels, strong as flourishing cedars.
When I passed by again, they were gone; though I searched, they could not be found.
Observe the honest, mark the upright; those at peace with God have a future.
But all sinners will be destroyed; the future of the wicked will be cut off.
The salvation of the just is from the Lord, their refuge in time of distress.
The Lord helps and rescues them,
rescues and saves them from the wicked, because in God they take refuge.
Therefore, holy “brothers,” sharing in a heavenly calling, reflect on Jesus, the apostle and high priest of our confession, who was faithful to the one who appointed him, just as Moses was “faithful in his house.” But he is worthy of more “glory” than Moses, as the founder of a house has more “honor” than the house itself. Every house is founded by someone, but the founder of all is God.
Moses was “faithful in all his house” as a “servant” to testify to what would be spoken, but Christ was faithful as a son placed over his house. We are his house, if we hold fast to our confidence and pride in our hope.
For this is the message we have heard from the beginning: we should love one another. Do not be amazed if the world hates you. We know that we have passed from death to life because we love our brothers. Whoever does not love remains in death. Everyone who hates his brother is a murderer, and you know that no murderer has eternal life remaining in him.
Fools say in their hearts, “There is no God.”
Their deeds are loathsome and corrupt; not one does what is right.
The Lord looks down from heaven upon the human race,
to see if even one is wise, if even one seeks God.
All have gone astray; all alike are perverse.
Not one does what is right, not even one.
Will those evildoers never learn?
They devour my people as they devour bread;
they do not call upon the Lord.
They have good reason, then, to fear;
God is with the company of the just.
They would crush the hopes of the poor, but the poor have the Lord as their refuge.
How good to celebrate our God in song; how sweet to give fitting praise.
The Lord rebuilds Jerusalem, gathers the dispersed of Israel, heals the brokenhearted,
binds up their wounds, numbers all the stars, calls each of then by name.
Great is our Lord, vast in power, with wisdom beyond measure.
The Lord sustains the poor, but casts the wicked to the ground.
Sing to the Lord with thanksgiving; with the lyre celebrate our God,
who covers the heavens with clouds, provides rain for the earth,
makes grass sprout on the mountains, who gives animals their food
and ravens what they cry for.
God takes no delight in the strength of horses, no pleasure in the runner’s stride.
Rather the Lord takes pleasure in the devout, those who await his faithful care.
My God, my God, why have you abandoned me?
Why so far from my call for help, from my cries of anguish?
My God, I call by day, but you do not answer; by night, but I have no relief.
Yet you are enthroned as the Holy One; you are the glory of Israel.
In you our ancestors trusted; they trusted and you rescued them.
To you they cried out and they escaped; in you they trusted and were not disappointed.
But I am a worm, hardly human, scorned by everyone, despised by the people.
All who see me mock me; they curl their lips and jeer; they shake their heads at me:
“You relied on the Lord – let him deliver you; if he loves you, let him rescue you.”
Lord, my God, I call out by day; at night I cry aloud in your presence.
Let my prayer come before you; incline your ear to my cry.
For my soul is filled with troubles; my life draws near to Sheol.
I am reckoned with those who go down to the pit; I am weak without strength.
My couch is among the dead, with the slain who lie in the grave.
You remember them no more; they are cut off from your care.
You plunged me into the bottom of the pit, into the darkness of the abyss.
Hasten to answer me, Lord; for my spirit fails me.
Do not hide your face from me, lest I become like those descending to the pit.
At dawn let me hear of your kindness, for in you I trust.
Show me the path I should walk, for to you I entrust my life.
Rescue me, Lord, from my foes, for in you I hope.
Teach me to do your will, for you are my God.
May your kind spirit guide me on ground that is level.
For your name’s sake, Lord, give me life; in your justice lead me out of distress.
In your kindness put an end to my foes; destroy all who attack me, for I am your servant.
The Lord acknowledged my righteousness, rewarded my clean hands.
For I kept the ways of the Lord; I was not disloyal to my God.
His laws were all before me, his decrees I did not cast aside.
I was honest toward him; I was on guard against sin.
So the Lord rewarded my righteousness, the cleanness of my hands in his sight.
Toward the faithful you are faithful; to the honest you are honest.
Toward the sincere, sincere; but to the perverse you are devious.
Humble people you save; haughty eyes you bring low.