Psalm 32:title–11
1 32 Count yourself lucky, how happy you must be—
you get a fresh start,
your slate’s wiped clean.
God holds nothing against you
and you’re holding nothing back from him.
my bones turned to powder,
my words became daylong groans.
all the juices of my life dried up.
I said, “I’ll make a clean breast of my failures to God.”
Suddenly the pressure was gone—
my guilt dissolved,
my sin disappeared.
6 These things add up. Every one of us needs to pray;
when all hell breaks loose and the dam bursts
we’ll be on high ground, untouched.
keeps danger far from the shore,
throws garlands of hosannas around my neck.
8 Let me give you some good advice;
I’m looking you in the eye
and giving it to you straight:
9 “Don’t be ornery like a horse or mule
that needs bit and bridle
to stay on track.”
10 God-defiers are always in trouble;
God-affirmers find themselves loved
every time they turn around.
Sing together—everyone!
All you honest hearts, raise the roof!