Daily Psalms - Classical Psalms Every Day

Psalm 81: Open Thy Mouth Wide
The psalm begins the way a great feast begins — timbrels, trumpets, the pleasant harp, a joyful noise loud enough to embarrass the neighbors. Then, somewhere in the middle, the music quiets and God himself starts speaking, and the speech is tender to the point of pain. "I removed his shoulder from the burden," he says. "His hands were delivered from the pots." And then the line that could undo you if you let it: "Open thy mouth wide, and I will fill it." It is the posture of a hungry baby bird, or a child expecting cake — a comical, undignified trust. But the psalm grieves, because we would not. We preferred our own counsels, our own hearts' lust, our own thin porridge. And so honey out of the rock — the sweetness God can coax from the hardest places — goes uneaten while we keep dining on dust.
00:00 A Joyful Noise on the Feast Day
01:00 I Heard a Language I Understood Not
02:00 Honey Out of the Rock

Psalm 80: Turn Us Again
Three times in this psalm the refrain returns: "Turn us again, O God." It comes once quietly, once louder, and once with the full title — "O Lord God of hosts" — as if the psalmist is feeling about in the dark for the right name of the God who can do this. And the image at the center is heartbreaking: a vine, brought tenderly out of Egypt, planted by God's own hand, grown until its boughs touched the sea — and now the hedges are torn down, and any passing boar can waste it. Asaph is asking for what we rarely have the courage to ask: not merely comfort, but conversion. Turn us. Do the thing we cannot do for ourselves. Shine your face on the broken vineyard and see what it was meant to be. The prayer is almost too honest — a gardener begging the owner of the garden to come back and notice what has happened while he was away.
00:00 Shepherd of Israel, Shine Forth
01:00 The Vine Brought Out of Egypt
02:00 Return, We Beseech Thee

Psalm 79: Sheep Among the Wreckage
The scene this psalm describes is beyond bearing: the temple defiled, Jerusalem in heaps, the bodies of God's servants left for the birds of the heaven. Asaph does not soften it. He does not pivot too quickly toward hope. He lets the horror sit, and he asks the only question that matters in ruins: "How long, Lord?" And then, remarkably, at the end of all this grief, this line: "So we thy people and sheep of thy pasture will give thee thanks for ever." The sheep are still singing. Not because the pasture has been restored — it hasn't — but because the Shepherd is still the Shepherd, and they are still his. There is something holy about a people who can lament without losing their identity, who can ask hard questions without stopping their worship. The wreckage does not get the last word. The thanks of the scattered flock does.
00:00 The Heathen Come Into Thine Inheritance
01:00 How Long, Lord?
02:00 Sheep of Thy Pasture Will Give Thanks

Psalm 78: The Long Memory
This is the longest song in the Psalter save one, and its plea is simpler than its length suggests: do not forget. Asaph tells the whole bruised history of Israel — the sea divided, the rock struck, the manna falling, the people grumbling, the people forgetting, the people forgetting again — and he tells it because he is terrified the next generation will misplace it. Memory, for Asaph, is not nostalgia; it is oxygen. A people who forget what God has done will invent new gods out of their own anxiety, and those gods will not feed them. Notice how tenderly the psalm speaks of God's restraint: "He remembered that they were but flesh; a wind that passeth away, and cometh not again." Even as we forget him, he remembers us. The whole thing ends with David taken from the sheepfolds — a shepherd shepherding shepherds. Tell your children the old stories, Asaph is saying. Tell them before the wind carries them away.
00:00 Dark Sayings of Old
01:00 The Generation to Come
02:00 Manna and Murmuring
03:00 Angels' Food Rained Down
04:00 A Wind That Passeth Away
05:00 The Signs in Egypt Remembered
06:00 The Flock Led Out Safely
07:00 The Tabernacle of Shiloh Forsaken
08:00 From the Sheepfolds Came David

Psalm 77: The Night Song
This is the psalm of a man who cannot sleep. Not restless exactly — wounded. His soul refuses to be comforted; God himself seems to have shut up his tender mercies. And then, somewhere near the middle, something shifts. Not the circumstance, not the ache — only the direction of his gaze. "I will remember the works of the Lord," he says, almost talking himself into it. "Surely I will remember thy wonders of old." What follows is some of the Psalter's most cinematic imagery: the waters afraid, the depths troubled, the voice of God's thunder rolling through the sky. It is as if Asaph, unable to pray the present, decides to pray the past — and finds the past still warm to the touch. The psalm does not resolve with a tidy ending; it simply ends with Moses and Aaron, leading a flock through waters too great to see. Sometimes that is all faith has. Sometimes that is enough.
00:00 I Cried Unto God With My Voice
01:00 Will the Lord Cast Off For Ever?
02:00 Thy Way Is in the Sea