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Psalm 148
1Praise Yah! Praise Yahweh from the heavens! Praise him in the heights!
2Praise him, all his angels! Praise him, all his host!
3Praise him, sun and moon! Praise him, all you shining stars!
4Praise him, you heavens of heavens, You waters that are above the heavens.
5Let them praise the name of Yahweh, For he commanded, and they were created.
6He has also established them forever and ever. He has made a decree which will not pass away.
7Praise Yahweh from the earth, You great sea creatures, and all depths!
8Lightning and hail, snow and clouds; Stormy wind, fulfilling his word;
9Mountains and all hills; Fruit trees and all cedars;
10Wild animals and all cattle; Small creatures and flying birds;
11Kings of the earth and all peoples; Princes and all judges of the earth;
12Both young men and maidens; Old men and children:
13Let them praise the name of Yahweh, For his name alone is exalted. His glory is above the earth and the heavens.
14He has lifted up the horn of his people, The praise of all his saints; Even of the children of Israel, a people near to him. Praise Yah! Psalm 149
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If Psalm 148 feels offensive, remember: the cross is always scandal before it is comfort.
Psalm 148 calls for personal faith—repent, believe, and follow Jesus with a clear conscience—today, not someday.
Psalm 148 confronts delay—tomorrow’s obedience is today’s disobedience—today, not someday.
In Psalm 148, we read with watchfulness: God’s purposes advance toward a literal fulfillment—today, not someday.
Psalm 148 is a mirror—if it offends, it’s doing honest work—today, not someday.
Psalm 148 warns us: you can inherit religious vocabulary and still miss the living Christ.
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