Message #78399

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DEAD SEA PSALMS
PSALM #6

I give thanks unto Thee, O Lord, for Thou hast freed my soul from the pit,
And drawn me up from the slough of hell to the crest of the world.
So walk I on uplands unbounded and know that there is hope for that which Thou didst mold out of dust to have consort with things eternal.

For lo, Thou hast taken a spirit distorted by sin, and purged it of the taint of much transgression,
And given it a place in the host of holy beings, and brought it into communion with the Sons of Heaven.

Thou hast made a mere man to share the lot of the Spirits of Knowledge,
To praise Thy name in their chorus and rehearseThy wondrous deed before all Thy works.

I, that am molded of clay, what am I?
I, that am kneaded with water, what is my worth?
I, that have taken my stand where wickedness reigns, that have cast my lot with the froward;
Whose soul has lodged like a beggar in a place of wild unrest;

I, whose every step is amid ruin and rout--
On what strength of mine own may I count,
When corruptions snares are laid, and the nets of Wickedness spread,
When far and wide on the waters Frowardness sets her drags,
When the shafts of Corruption fly with none to turn them back,
When they are hurled apace with no hope of escape;
When the hour of judgment strikes,
When the lot of God's anger is cast upon the abandoned,
When his fury is poured forth upon dissemblers,
When the final doom of His rage falls on all worthless things;
When the torrents of Death do swirl, and there is no escape;
When the rivers of Belial burst forth from their banks--
Rivers that are like fire devouring all (. . .),
Rivers whose runnels destroy green tree and dry tree alike,
Rivers that are like fire which sweeps with flaming sparks, devouring all that drink their waters--

A fire which consumes all foundations of clay, every solid bedrock;
When the foundations of the mountains become a raging blaze,
When granite roots are turned to streams of pitch,
When the flame devours down to the deep abyss,
When the roots of Belial burst forth unto hell itself;
When the depths of the abyss are in turmoil and cast up mire in abundance,
When the earth cries out in anguish for the havoc wrought in the world,
When all its depths are aquake, and all that is on it quails and quivers in mighty havoc;
When with His mighty roar God thunders forth,
And His holy welkin trembles, and His glorious truth is revealed,
And the hosts of heaven give forth their voice,
And the world's foundations rock and reel,
When warfare waged by the soldiers of heaven sweeps through the world,
And turns not back until final doom,

— Warfare the like of which has never been.

http://www.world-destiny.org/faith/dss.html

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PSALM #2

I give thanks unto Thee, O Lord, for Thou art my strength and my stronghold,
Thou hast delivered my soul from all works of unrighteousness.
For Thou hast put truth in my heart and righteousness in my spirit,
Along with all gifts of Thy wisdom;
And hast crushed the loins of them that have risen up against me.
Thou bringest me cheer, O Lord, amid the sorrow of mourning,
Words of peace amid havoc, stoutness of heart when I faint,
Fortitude in the face of affliction.


Thou has given free flow of speech to my stammering lips;
Stayed my drooping spirit with vigor and strength;
Made my feet to stand firm when they stood where wickedness reigns.
To transgressors I am a snare, but healing to them that repent,
prudence to the unwary, temperance to the rash.

Thou hast made me a reproach and a derision to them that live by deceit,
But a symbol of truth and understanding to all whose way is straight.

I am become an eyesore unto the wicked, a slander on the lips of the unbridled; scoffers knash their teeth.  hahahahehehe
I am a song unto transgressors, and the hordes of the wicked rage against me;
Like ocean gales they storm which, when their billows rage, cast up mire and dirt.

Yet, Thou hast set me as a banner in the vanguard of Righteousness,
As one who interprets with knowledge deep, mysterious things;
As a touchstone for them that seek the truth,
A standard for them that love correction.

To them that preach misguidance I am but a man of strife;
But to them that see straight, a very symbol of peace.
To them that pursue delusion I am but a gust of zeal;
Men that live by deceit roar against me like the roar of many waters.

Naught is there in their thoughts save mischievous designs.
When opening the fount of knowledge to all that have understanding,
Thou hast set a man's life to rights by the words of Thy mouth,
And hast taught unto him Thy lesson and put understanding in his heart.

But they thrust him back into the pit. In place of these Thy gifts they offer a witless folk stammering lips and barbarous tongue.

Wandering astray, they rush headlong to their doom.

Col 7: 13-14 [ and all] his [works] You have determined before ever You created him.

Col 9: 7-8   By You[r] wisdom [You have] e[stablish]ed the successive [generations]  and before You created them You knew {all} their works for ever and ever.

Col 9: 23-25 What can I say that is not known and declare that is not told?   Everything is engraved before You with the ink of remembrance for all the times of eternity, for the numbered seasons of eternal years in all their appointed times. 

  Nothing is hidden,  nor does anything exist apart from Your presence.

Just beautiful. 

and this from this

http://www.world-destiny.org/q1/mdssd2.htm

 

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In the renovation of the world God is breaking down those things that were established from of old, and setting up new things that will last forever, Col 5: Line 18.
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What indeed is a mere human that it might have insight . . .,  Col 7: Line 21
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He loves God freely, and with all his heart, Col 7: Line 10.
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Wicked men do not know that the office (service) of this mortal is directed from God, Col 10: Line 22.
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God revealed himself to this servant, Col 12: Line 6. (This does not mean a revelation in vision, but a revelation of understanding.)
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The servant was concealed from the children of men, and God's teaching was hidden in him until the time of salvation, Col 13: Line 11-12.
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The shoot of holiness grew up into a planting of truth. Because it was not known its secret was sealed up, Col 16: Line 10-11.
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God hid this truth until its appointed time, Col 17:24.
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The servant was preserved by God from the time of his conception, and from the womb he was set apart, Col 17: Lines 29-32.
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This protection continued until old age, Col 17: 34.
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His father did not know him, and his mother abandoned him to God, Col 17:Line 35.
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Who will compare to this servant, and who is like him among the heavenly beings, 4Q427, Col i of a fragment, Line 8. His glory is not comparable, and his place is with the heavenly beings, Line 11.
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Created as a pile of dust, so must he return to dust as a vessel of clay: Col 20: Lines 24-28

and this

Thou hast sheltered me, O my God, in the face of all mankind,
And hidden Thy teaching within me, until it be shown unto me that the hour of Thy triumph is come.

 

He has a place among the holy beings of heaven. This function is stated several times, in the fragment from 4Q427 and Column 11 above:

 

There is hope for that which Thou created from the dust for the eternal (secret) council. This staggering spirit Thou hast cleansed from many transgressions so that he might take his stand with the host of the holy beings, and enter in union with the congregation of the sons of heaven. A mere man has everlasting destiny with the Spirits of Knowledge, to praise Thy name in their chorus, and to declare Thy wonders before all Thy works.

As Paul said, Eph 1:9-10 —    For he has made known to us in all wisdom and insight the mystery of his will, according to his purpose which he set forth in Christ as a plan for the fullness of time,

to   unite all things in him  ,   things in heaven and things on earth.     

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