Psalms 81

1 Unto the end, for the winepresses, a psalm for Asaph himself. Rejoice to God our helper: sing aloud to the God of Jacob.

2 Take a psalm, and bring hither the timbrel: the pleasant psaltery with the harp.

3 Blow up the trumpet on the new moon, on the noted day of your solemnity.

4 For it is a commandment in Israel, and a judgment to the God of Jacob.

5 He ordained it for a testimony in Joseph, when he came out of the land of Egypt: he heard a tongue which he knew not.

6 He removed his back from the burdens: his hands had served in baskets.

7 Thou calledst upon me in affliction, and I delivered thee: I heard thee in the secret place of tempest: I proved thee at the waters of contradiction.

8 Hear, O my people, and I will testify to thee: O Israel, if thou wilt hearken to me,

9 There shall be no new god in thee: neither shalt thou adore a strange god.

10 For I am the Lord thy God, who brought thee out of the land of Egypt: open thy mouth wide, and I will fill it.

11 But my people heard not my voice: and Israel hearkened not to me.

12 So I let them go according to the desires of their heart: they shall walk in their own inventions.

13 If my people had heard me: if Israel had walked in my ways:

14 I should soon have humbled their enemies, and laid my hand on them that troubled them.

15 The enemies of the Lord have lied to him: and their time shall be for ever.

16 And he fed them with the fat of wheat, and filled them with honey out of the rock.