2 Great `are' the works of Jehovah, Sought out by all desiring them.
I have remembered days of old, I have meditated on all Thine acts, On the work of Thy hand I muse.
How many have been Thy works, O Jehovah, All of them in wisdom Thou hast made, Full is the earth of thy possessions.
I confess Thee, because that `with' wonders I have been distinguished. Wonderful `are' Thy works, And my soul is knowing `it' well.
Who hath measured in the hollow of his hand the waters? And the heavens by a span hath meted out, And comprehended in a measure the dust of the earth, And hath weighed in scales the mountains, And the hills in a balance?
concerning which salvation seek out and search out did prophets who concerning the grace toward you did prophecy, searching in regard to what or what manner of time the Spirit of Christ that was in them was manifesting, testifying beforehand the sufferings of Christ and the glory after these, to whom it was revealed, that not to themselves, but to us they were ministering these, which now were told to you (through those who did proclaim good news to you,) in the Holy Spirit sent from heaven, to which things messengers do desire to bend looking.
that He might show, in the ages that are coming, the exceeding riches of His grace in kindness toward us in Christ Jesus, for by grace ye are having been saved, through faith, and this not of you -- of God the gift, not of works, that no one may boast; for of Him we are workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to good works, which God did before prepare, that in them we may walk.
for the mind of the flesh `is' death, and the mind of the Spirit -- life and peace;
And, according as they did not approve of having God in knowledge, God gave them up to a disapproved mind, to do the things not seemly;
`Ah, Lord Jehovah, lo, Thou hast made the heavens and the earth by Thy great power, and by Thy stretched-out arm; there is nothing too wonderful for Thee: Doing kindness to thousands, and recompensing iniquity of fathers into the bosom of their sons after them; God, the great, the mighty, Jehovah of Hosts `is' His name, Great in counsel, and mighty in act, in that Thine eyes are open on all the ways of the sons of Adam, to give to each according to his ways, and according to the fruit of his doings:
Doing great things, and there is no searching. Wonderful, till there is no numbering.
For `an object of' desire he who is separated doth seek, With all wisdom he intermeddleth. A fool delighteth not in understanding, But -- in uncovering his heart.
Why `is' this -- a price in the hand of a fool to buy wisdom, And a heart there is none?
Sweet is my meditation on Him, I -- I do rejoice in Jehovah.
For Thou hast caused me to rejoice, O Jehovah, in Thy work, Concerning the works of Thy hands I sing. How great have been Thy works, O Jehovah, Very deep have been Thy thoughts.
Dost thou draw leviathan with an angle? And with a rope thou lettest down -- his tongue? Dost thou put a reed in his nose? And with a thorn pierce his jaw? Doth he multiply unto thee supplications? Doth he speak unto thee tender things? Doth he make a covenant with thee? Dost thou take him for a servant age-during? Dost thou play with him as a bird? And dost thou bind him for thy damsels? (Feast upon him do companions, They divide him among the merchants!) Dost thou fill with barbed irons his skin? And with fish-spears his head? Place on him thy hand, Remember the battle -- do not add! Lo, the hope of him is found a liar, Also at his appearance is not one cast down? None so fierce that he doth awake him, And who `is' he before Me stationeth himself? Who hath brought before Me and I repay? Under the whole heavens it `is' mine. I do not keep silent concerning his parts, And the matter of might, And the grace of his arrangement. Who hath uncovered the face of his clothing? Within his double bridle who doth enter? The doors of his face who hath opened? Round about his teeth `are' terrible. A pride -- strong ones of shields, Shut up -- a close seal. One unto another they draw nigh, And air doth not enter between them. One unto another they adhere, They stick together and are not separated. His sneezings cause light to shine, And his eyes `are' as the eyelids of the dawn. Out of his mouth do flames go, sparks of fire escape. Out of his nostrils goeth forth smoke, As a blown pot and reeds. His breath setteth coals on fire, And a flame from his mouth goeth forth. In his neck lodge doth strength, And before him doth grief exult. The flakes of his flesh have adhered -- Firm upon him -- it is not moved. His heart `is' firm as a stone, Yea, firm as the lower piece. From his rising are the mighty afraid, From breakings they keep themselves free. The sword of his overtaker standeth not, Spear -- dart -- and lance. He reckoneth iron as straw, brass as rotten wood. The son of the bow doth not cause him to flee, Turned by him into stubble are stones of the sling. As stubble have darts been reckoned, And he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin. Under him `are' sharp points of clay, He spreadeth gold on the mire. He causeth to boil as a pot the deep, The sea he maketh as a pot of ointment. After him he causeth a path to shine, One thinketh the deep to be hoary. There is not on the earth his like, That is made without terror. Every high thing he doth see, He `is' king over all sons of pride.
And Jehovah answereth Job out of the whirlwind, and saith: -- Who `is' this -- darkening counsel, By words without knowledge? Gird, I pray thee, as a man, thy loins, And I ask thee, and cause thou Me to know. Where wast thou when I founded earth? Declare, if thou hast known understanding. Who placed its measures -- if thou knowest? Or who hath stretched out upon it a line? On what have its sockets been sunk? Or who hath cast its corner-stone? In the singing together of stars of morning, And all sons of God shout for joy, And He shutteth up with doors the sea, In its coming forth, from the womb it goeth out. In My making a cloud its clothing, And thick darkness its swaddling band, And I measure over it My statute, And place bar and doors, And say, `Hitherto come thou, and add not, And a command is placed On the pride of thy billows.' Hast thou commanded morning since thy days? Causest thou the dawn to know its place? To take hold on the skirts of the earth, And the wicked are shaken out of it, It turneth itself as clay of a seal And they station themselves as clothed. And withheld from the wicked is their light, And the arm lifted up is broken. Hast thou come in to springs of the sea? And in searching the deep Hast thou walked up and down? Revealed to thee were the gates of death? And the gates of death-shade dost thou see? Thou hast understanding, Even unto the broad places of earth! Declare -- if thou hast known it all. Where `is' this -- the way light dwelleth? And darkness, where `is' this -- its place? That thou dost take it unto its boundary, And that thou dost understand The paths of its house. Thou hast known -- for then thou art born And the number of thy days `are' many! Hast thou come in unto the treasure of snow? Yea, the treasures of hail dost thou see? That I have kept back for a time of distress, For a day of conflict and battle. Where `is' this, the way light is apportioned? It scattereth an east wind over the earth. Who hath divided for the flood a conduit? And a way for the lightning of the voices? To cause `it' to rain on a land -- no man, A wilderness -- no man in it. To satisfy a desolate and waste place, And to cause to shoot up The produce of the tender grass? Hath the rain a father? Or who hath begotten the drops of dew? From whose belly came forth the ice? And the hoar-frost of the heavens, Who hath begotten it? As a stone waters are hidden, And the face of the deep is captured. Dost thou bind sweet influences of Kimah? Or the attractions of Kesil dost thou open? Dost thou bring out Mazzaroth in its season? And Aysh for her sons dost thou comfort? Hast thou known the statutes of heaven? Or dost thou appoint Its dominion in the earth? Dost thou lift up to the cloud thy voice, And abundance of water doth cover thee? Dost thou send out lightnings, and they go And say unto thee, `Behold us?' Who hath put in the inward parts wisdom? Or who hath given To the covered part understanding? Who doth number the clouds by wisdom? And the bottles of the heavens, Who doth cause to lie down, In the hardening of dust into hardness, And clods cleave together? Dost thou hunt for a lion prey? And the desire of young lions fulfil? When they bow down in dens -- Abide in a thicket for a covert? Who doth prepare for a raven his provision, When his young ones cry unto God? They wander without food.
By His power He hath quieted the sea, And by His understanding smitten the proud. By His Spirit the heavens He beautified, Formed hath His hand the fleeing serpent. Lo, these `are' the borders of His way, And how little a matter is heard of Him, And the thunder of His might Who doth understand?
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Commentary on Psalms 111 Matthew Henry Commentary
Psalm 111
This and divers of the psalms that follow it seem to have been penned by David for the service of the church in their solemn feasts, and not upon any particular occasion. This is a psalm of praise. The title of it is "Hallelujah-Praise you the Lord,' intimating that we must address ourselves to the use of this psalm with hearts disposed to praise God. It is composed alphabetically, each sentence beginning with a several letter of the Hebrew alphabet, in order exactly, two sentences to each verse, and three a piece to the last two. The psalmist, exhorting to praise God,
Psa 111:1-5
The title of the psalm being Hallelujah, the psalmist (as every author ought to have) has an eye to his title, and keeps to his text.
Psa 111:6-10
We are here taught to give glory to God,