Ezekiel 19 & Psalm 64-65

Ezekiel 19

    And you, take up a lamentation for the princes of Israel, and say:

    What was your mother? A lioness!
        Among lions she crouched;
    in the midst of young lions
        she reared her cubs.
    And she brought up one of her cubs;
        he became a young lion,
    and he learned to catch prey;
        he devoured men.
    The nations heard about him;
        he was caught in their pit,
    and they brought him with hooks
        to the land of Egypt.
    When she saw that she waited in vain,
        that her hope was lost,
    she took another of her cubs
        and made him a young lion.
    He prowled among the lions;
        he became a young lion,
    and he learned to catch prey;
        he devoured men,
    and seized their widows.
        He laid waste their cities,
    and the land was appalled and all who were in it
        at the sound of his roaring.
    Then the nations set against him
        from provinces on every side;
    they spread their net over him;
        he was taken in their pit.
    With hooks they put him in a cage
        and brought him to the king of Babylon;
        they brought him into custody,
    that his voice should no more be heard
        on the mountains of Israel.
    
    
    Your mother was like a vine in a vineyard
        planted by the water,
    fruitful and full of branches
        by reason of abundant water.
    Its strong stems became
        rulers' scepters;
    it towered aloft
        among the thick boughs;
    it was seen in its height
        with the mass of its branches.
    But the vine was plucked up in fury,
        cast down to the ground;
    the east wind dried up its fruit;
        they were stripped off and withered.
    As for its strong stem,
        fire consumed it.
    Now it is planted in the wilderness,
        in a dry and thirsty land.
    And fire has gone out from the stem of its shoots,
        has consumed its fruit,
    so that there remains in it no strong stem,
        no scepter for ruling.
    
    
        This is a lamentation and has become a lamentation.

(Ezekiel 19 ESV)


Psalm 64

To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.

    Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint;
        preserve my life from dread of the enemy.
    Hide me from the secret plots of the wicked,
        from the throng of evildoers,
    who whet their tongues like swords,
        who aim bitter words like arrows,
    shooting from ambush at the blameless,
        shooting at him suddenly and without fear.
    They hold fast to their evil purpose;
        they talk of laying snares secretly,
    thinking, “Who can see them?”
        They search out injustice,
    saying, “We have accomplished a diligent search.”
        For the inward mind and heart of a man are deep.
    
    
    But God shoots his arrow at them;
        they are wounded suddenly.
    They are brought to ruin, with their own tongues turned against them;
        all who see them will wag their heads.
    Then all mankind fears;
        they tell what God has brought about
        and ponder what he has done.
    
    
    Let the righteous one rejoice in the LORD
        and take refuge in him!
    Let all the upright in heart exult!

(Psalm 64 ESV)


Psalm 65

To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. A Song.

    Praise is due to you, O God, in Zion,
        and to you shall vows be performed.
    O you who hear prayer,
        to you shall all flesh come.
    When iniquities prevail against me,
        you atone for our transgressions.
    Blessed is the one you choose and bring near,
        to dwell in your courts!
    We shall be satisfied with the goodness of your house,
        the holiness of your temple!
    
    
    By awesome deeds you answer us with righteousness,
        O God of our salvation,
    the hope of all the ends of the earth
        and of the farthest seas;
    the one who by his strength established the mountains,
        being girded with might;
    who stills the roaring of the seas,
        the roaring of their waves,
        the tumult of the peoples,
    so that those who dwell at the ends of the earth are in awe at your signs.
    You make the going out of the morning and the evening to shout for joy.
    
    
    You visit the earth and water it;
        you greatly enrich it;
    the river of God is full of water;
        you provide their grain,
        for so you have prepared it.
    You water its furrows abundantly,
        settling its ridges,
    softening it with showers,
        and blessing its growth.
    You crown the year with your bounty;
        your wagon tracks overflow with abundance.
    The pastures of the wilderness overflow,
        the hills gird themselves with joy,
    the meadows clothe themselves with flocks,
        the valleys deck themselves with grain,
        they shout and sing together for joy.

(Psalm 65 ESV)

Our Creator Cares

Psalm 65 is a psalm of thanksgiving expressing gratitude for a fruitful harvest and the abundance of God’s faithfulness. David recounts some of the ‘awesome deeds’ that God has done for the sake of His people throughout history and points out that God the Creator of all things is the only hope for all mankind. The hope of salvation and ultimate satisfaction is found in the goodness of God’s provision which is ultimately revealed in the person and work of Christ.  

David begins to list the greatness of God as the Creator and Sustainer of the universe and in doing so, points out the great wonder that such a God would so graciously consider the needs of men. How often do we consider the mystery and awe of our God who Created all things and yet cares for us in such a personal way?

May we give praise where praise is certainly due and may we take time to recount and consider the many ways in which the God of the universe has personally cared for us as His special people for His own possession.