Psalm 72
A Psalm of Solomon.
Endow, God, the king with your justice and grace;
grant righteousness to the king's heir.
May he judge your people in good and right ways,
and treat the poor justly and fair.
Let mountains bring peace to the people indeed;
may hillsides be fruitful and grow.
Defending the poor, saving children in need,
he'll have their oppressors brought low.
May he rule as long as the sun's in the sky,
as long as the moon yet remains.
Like rain upon freshly-cut grass with a scythe,
refreshing as showering rains.
Continue the days of his reign peaceably,
until the moon no more shines on.
May he have dominion from sea unto sea;
and River until earth is gone.
May tribes of the desert fall down to the ground;
his foes lick the dust where they dwell.
May Tarshish kings come and lay their tributes down;
from Sheba and Seba as well.
May all kings bow down to him with all the rest;
all nations will serve him for sure.
He'll help those who cry out, those sorely oppressed,
when there's no more help for the poor.
He pities the helpless, rejected and mean,
and rescues the needy from death.
Redeeming their lives from the violence they've seen,
for precious are all who have breath.
Long may the king live! And may Sheba-mined gold
be given to him they've possessed.
May people make prayers for the one they've extolled;
the one they've continually blessed.
May grain in abundance throughout come alive,
and wave on the mountains their yield;
like cedars of Lebanon, may people thrive
and flourish like grass in the field.
May his name forever endure as the same,
as long as the sun shines its rays.
May nations be blest through his most holy name,
and all men give to him their praise.
O, blest be Jehovah God, Israel's God,
whose wonders are done time again.
Forever give praise! Let the whole world be awed —
such glory! Amen and amen.
Thus, now the prayers are done
of David, Jesse's son.
Endow, God, the king with your justice and grace;
grant righteousness to the king's heir.
May he judge your people in good and right ways,
and treat the poor justly and fair.
Let mountains bring peace to the people indeed;
may hillsides be fruitful and grow.
Defending the poor, saving children in need,
he'll have their oppressors brought low.
May he rule as long as the sun's in the sky,
as long as the moon yet remains.
Like rain upon freshly-cut grass with a scythe,
refreshing as showering rains.
Continue the days of his reign peaceably,
until the moon no more shines on.
May he have dominion from sea unto sea;
and River until earth is gone.
May tribes of the desert fall down to the ground;
his foes lick the dust where they dwell.
May Tarshish kings come and lay their tributes down;
from Sheba and Seba as well.
May all kings bow down to him with all the rest;
all nations will serve him for sure.
He'll help those who cry out, those sorely oppressed,
when there's no more help for the poor.
He pities the helpless, rejected and mean,
and rescues the needy from death.
Redeeming their lives from the violence they've seen,
for precious are all who have breath.
Long may the king live! And may Sheba-mined gold
be given to him they've possessed.
May people make prayers for the one they've extolled;
the one they've continually blessed.
May grain in abundance throughout come alive,
and wave on the mountains their yield;
like cedars of Lebanon, may people thrive
and flourish like grass in the field.
May his name forever endure as the same,
as long as the sun shines its rays.
May nations be blest through his most holy name,
and all men give to him their praise.
O, blest be Jehovah God, Israel's God,
whose wonders are done time again.
Forever give praise! Let the whole world be awed —
such glory! Amen and amen.
Thus, now the prayers are done
of David, Jesse's son.
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