God of armies, turn back to us! Look down on us and care for this vine and your garden. Those who have burned it must be rebuked! Let your hand be on the man of your right hand, the son of man you have made strong for yourself. Keep us alive! Revive us!

Praise God, our refuge, and sing to the God of Jacob! Raise a song, and hit the tambourine, the pleasant lyre and the harp. Blow the trumpet at the New Moon and at the full moon, for it is a statute for Israel.

I heard a language that I did not know. “I removed his shoulder from the burden, and his hands from the basket. I have heard you from the clouds and the thunder, and tested you at the waters of Meribah.
I am the Lord, your God, and you shall not pray to any foreign God. But my people didn’t listen to my voice, so I left them to their own plans. Oh, that they would walk in my ways – how I would subdue their enemies. I would nourish them with the best wheat and satisfy with them with honey out of the rock.”