The Psalms of Thanksgiving To YAHWEH

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YAHWEH Hast Illuminated My Face

I give thanks unto Thee, O YAHWEH,
for You hast illumined my face
with the vision of Thy truth;
wherefore I yet shall walk in glory everlasting

along with all the kodesh that hear the words of Thy mouth;
and You wilt deliver me from the pit and the slough.

Howbeit, at this hour my soul is sore dismayed.
Men deem me a worthless shard and render my life
like a ship storm tossed on the deep,
or like a bastion city! beleaguered by the foe.
Yea, I am in distress as a woman in travail
bringing forth her firstborn, when, as her time draws near,
the pangs come swiftly upon her and all the grievous throes
that rack those heavy with child.
For now, amid throes of death, new life is coming to birth,
and the pangs of travail set in, as at last there enters the world
the man-child long conceived. Now, amid throes of death,
that man-child long foretold is about to be brought forth.
Now, amid pangs of hell, there will burst forth from the womb
that marvel of mind and might,
and that man-child will spring from the throes!
Delivery comes apace for him that now lies in the womb;
as the hour of his birth draws near, the pangs begin!
Come too the grievous throes, the racking birth-pains come
upon all that bear in the womb the seeds of the new life!
Yet, likewise unto them that carry in their womb
the seeds of worthless things are come the grievous throes,
the pangs of hell and the torment.
For lo, the wall shall rock unto its prime foundation,
even as rocks a ship storm tossed on the waters.
The heavens shall thunder loud, and they that now do dwell
on the crumbling dust of the earth be as sailors on the seas,
aghast at the roaring of the waters; and all the wise men thereof
be as mariners on the deep when all their skill is confounded
by the roaring of the seas, the seething of the depths,
the swirling of the tides,
High shall the billows surge, loud the breakers roar;
and, even as they surge, the gates of Hell shall be opened,
Perdition's shafts be loosed, Down shall they go screaming to the abyss,
and the gates of Hell shall open upon all worthless acts,
and the doors of Perdition shall close on all the iniquity
which they would yet bring forth; and the bars of eternity
on all spirits of worthlessness.

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