Psalms.
Chapter 81.
To the Overseer. — 'On the Gittith.' By Asaph. Cry aloud to God our strength, Shout to the God of Jacob. 
Lift up a song, and give out a timbrel, A pleasant harp with psaltery. 
Blow in the month a trumpet, In the new moon, at the day of our festival, 
For a statute to Israel it is, An ordinance of the God of Jacob. 
A testimony on Joseph He hath placed it, In his going forth over the land of Egypt. A lip, I have not known — I hear. 
From the burden his shoulder I turned aside, His hands from the basket pass over. 
In distress thou hast called and I deliver thee, I answer thee in the secret place of thunder, I try thee by the waters of Meribah. Selah. 
Hear, O My people, and I testify to thee, O Israel, if thou dost hearken to me: 
There is not in thee a strange god, And thou bowest not thyself to a strange god. 
I am Jehovah thy God, Who bringeth thee up out of the land of Egypt. Enlarge thy mouth, and I fill it. 
But, My people hearkened not to My voice, And Israel hath not consented to Me. 
And I send them away in the enmity of their heart, They walk in their own counsels. 
O that My people were hearkening to Me, Israel in My ways would walk. 
As a little thing their enemies I cause to bow, And against their adversaries I turn back My hand, 
Those hating Jehovah feign obedience to Him, But their time is — to the age. 
He causeth him to eat of the fat of wheat, And with honey from a rock I satisfy thee! 
