Daily Psalms - Classical Psalms Every Day

Psalm 87: Born in Zion
This is a small psalm with a colossal claim. The psalmist imagines the Lord keeping a great register, the divine equivalent of a birth certificate, and beginning to read off the names. We expect, of course, the names of Israelites — the children of the covenant, the natives, the home crowd. Instead the page is full of foreigners. Rahab, that old nickname for Egypt. Babylon. Philistia. Tyre. Ethiopia. Beside each name is a phrase that should not be possible: "this man was born there" — born, that is, in Zion. The very enemies of the city have been quietly reissued passports. It is one of those moments in Scripture when the universe leaves the room you were sitting in and walks into one much larger. All my springs, the psalm ends, are in thee. Yours too, perhaps. Even if no one expected to find you on the page.
00:00 His Foundation in the Holy Mountains
01:00 All My Springs Are in Thee

Psalm 86: Unite My Heart
David asks for many things in this prayer — mercy, preservation, an answer in the day of trouble, a token shown openly to those who hate him. But buried in the middle is a request stranger and lovelier than any of them: "Unite my heart to fear thy name." Notice what he assumes about himself. His heart, left to itself, is a parliament of competing factions, each running its own campaign. He does not ask God to give him more devotion; he asks God to fold the devotion he has into one piece. Most of our trouble comes not from loving the wrong things but from loving too many things at once and never the same thing for long. The petition is a kind of confession: I am divided, and I cannot finish this division myself. Make me, Lord, of one piece — and let it be Thee.
00:00 Bow Down Thine Ear
01:00 None Like Unto Thee
02:00 Show Me a Token for Good

Psalm 85: Where Mercy and Truth Kiss
The sons of Korah begin by remembering — favor shown, captivity reversed, iniquity forgiven, wrath turned aside. And yet even with all that remembered, they must ask the uncomfortable question of the long middle: "Wilt thou not revive us again?" A forgiven people can still be a tired people. Then, with no warning, one of the most startling images in all of Scripture arrives. Mercy and truth meet each other on the road. Righteousness and peace lean in and kiss. Four things we assume must stand at opposite ends of a negotiation — four things we are always being told to choose between — embrace like old friends who had never really been parted. Truth springs up out of the earth like a green shoot; righteousness leans down from heaven to see it. Perhaps this is what salvation actually looks like, beneath the theology: not a verdict, but a reunion. Not a ledger balanced, but a kiss.
00:00 Thou Hast Been Favourable Unto Thy Land
01:00 Mercy and Truth Are Met Together

Psalm 84: The Sparrow Who Found a House
The psalm's most astonishing detail is one most readers rush past: somewhere in the temple of the living God, a sparrow has found a house, and a swallow has built a nest, and nobody has chased them out. They have laid their young on the altars — the very altars! — and the psalmist does not consider this a scandal but a glory. If a bird so small and so common can find a home in the courts of the Lord of hosts, then perhaps even I can. Pilgrims walking toward this place pass through the valley of Baca — the valley of weeping — and, remarkably, they dig wells there. Their tears become springs for whoever comes after. "A day in thy courts," the psalm says, "is better than a thousand." And then, lest we miss how radical the preference is: I would rather be a doorkeeper here — just a man holding a door — than the reigning prince of anywhere else. Sparrow, pilgrim, doorkeeper. The psalm blesses all of them. It blesses anyone small enough to want in.
00:00 The Sparrow Hath Found a House
01:00 A Day in Thy Courts Is Better Than a Thousand

Psalm 83: Keep Not Thou Silence
Ten nations, named one after another like the roll call of a nightmare: Edom, Ishmael, Moab, the Hagarenes, Gebal, Ammon, Amalek, Philistia, Tyre, and Assur looming at the back. They have "taken crafty counsel" against God's hidden ones — against the people whose whole existence is a kind of secret the world does not know what to do with. And so Asaph prays the prayer of the encircled: do not be silent, do not hold thy peace. Do to them as to Midian, to Sisera, to Oreb and Zeeb. Scatter them like stubble before the wind, like a wheel that will not stop rolling. It sounds fierce, and it is. But look carefully at what he is actually asking for: "Fill their faces with shame; that they may seek thy name, O Lord." Even in the psalm's hottest anger, the goal is not annihilation but recognition — that the confederacy of the proud might one day lift their bruised faces and discover who was really on the throne the whole time.
00:00 The Confederacy Against Thy Hidden Ones
01:00 Do to Them as to Midian
02:00 That Men May Know Thy Name