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Psalm 34
 
By James Vasquez
 My lips shall ever bear the praise
 Of him who reigns supreme,
 And daily to extol the Lord
 Shall be my chosen theme.
 
 My soul waits not to boast in him,
 Oh, let the poor rejoice,
 When sounds of gladness are perceived
 From my unwearied voice.
 
 Now hear my call you peoples and
 Your tongues, your songs enroll,
 And let us glorify the Lord,
 As one his name extol.
 
 He answered when I sought him, from
 My fears delivered me.
 Now look to him and radiant shall
 Your faces ever be.
 
 This poor man cried aloud to him,
 His voice above was heard.
 From all his troubles he was saved
 For God himself bestirred.
 
 And those who, fearing God, assure
 Their ways with his accord,
 Shall find encamping round about
 The angel of the Lord.
 
 Oh, taste and see, the Lord is good,
 And blest are those who take
 Their rest but ‘neath his wings and there
 All other help forsake.
 
 Now fear the Lord you saints for thus
 Of naught you’ll lack or need.
 Though lions hunger, yet shall he
 All good to you concede.
 
 My children, come and may your ears
 Attend to what I teach.
 To fear the Lord I offer now,
 Your needful hearts to reach.
 
 For if you have a love for life
 And wish for many days,
 Then keep your tongue from evil and
 Your lips from devious ways.
 
 Your face now turn from evil deeds.
 Let only good be done.
 Seek peace with others, failing not,
 Pursuing till it’s won.
 
 For on the righteous do the eyes
 Of God forever rest.
 He hears their cries and answers well,
 As all his works attest.
 
 But ‘gainst all men of evil bent
 His face is firmly set,
 To cut from earth their labors and
 Each scornful memory yet.
 
 And closely will he walk with those
 Of grieving, broken heart.
 Though crushed in spirit he will save
 And life anew impart.
 
 The righteous man his weakness knows
 When troubles shall appear,
 But in them all deliverance
 From God is ever near.
 
 No bone of his is broken for
 In safety does he rest,
 As if in God’s protecting hand,
 A safe, invited guest.
 
 And evil will the wicked slay,
 Condemned as foes of all
 His servants whom the Lord redeems
 And who for refuge call.
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from the June 2006 Edition  of the Jewish Magazine 
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