The Psalms of Thanksgiving To YAHWEH

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Warfare the like of which has never been

I give thanks unto Thee, O YAHWEH,
for You hast freed my soul from the pit
and drawn me up from the slough of hell to the crest of the world.
So walk I on uplands unbounded and know that there is hope
for that which You didst mold out of dust to have consort with things eternal.
For lo, You hast taken a spirit distorted by sin,
and purged it of the taint of much transgression, and given it a place
in the host of the kodesh beings, and brought it into communion
with the sons of heaven. You hast made a mere man to share
the lot of the Spirits of Knowledge, to praise THY NAME in their chorus
and rehearse Thy wondrous deeds before all Thy works.
I, that am molded of clay, what am I?
I, that am kneaded with water, what is my worth?
I, that have taken my stand where wickedness reigns,
that have cast my lot with the froward;
whose soul has lodged like a beggar
in a place of wild unrest; I, whose every step
has been amid ruin and rout on what strength of mine own may I count
when Corruption's snares are laid,
and the nets of Wickedness spread,
when far and wide on the waters,
Frowardness sets her drags,
when the shafts of Corruption fly with none to turn them back,
when they are hurled again with no hope of escape;
When the line falls upon judgment, 
when the lot of YAHWEH's anger is cast
upon the abandoned,
when His fury is poured forth upon dissemblers,
when the final doom of His rage falls on all worthless things;
when the torrents of Death do swirl, and there is none escape;
when the rivers of Belial burst their high banks
-rivers that are like fire devouring all that draw their waters,
rivers whose runnels destroy green tree and dry tree alike,
rivers that are like fire which sweeps with flaming sparks
devouring all that drink their waters a fire which consumes
all foundations of clay, every solid bedrock;
when the foundations of the mountains become a raging blaze,
when granite roots are turned to streams of pitch,
when the flame devours down to the great abyss,
when the floods of Belial burst forth unto hell itself;
when the depths of the abyss are in turmoil, cast up mire in abundance,
when the earth cries out in anguish for the havoc wrought in the world,
when all its depths are aquake, and all that is on it quails
and quivers in mighty havoc; when with His mighty roar
YAHWEH thunders forth, and His kodesh welkin trembles
through dread" of His glory,
and the hosts of heaven give forth their voice,
and the world's foundations rock and reel;
when warfare waged by the soldiers of heaven
sweeps through the world and turns not back until final doom
-warfare the like of which has never been?

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