Psalms 78:24-72

24 He rained down showers of manna to eat, he gave them the Bread of Heaven.
25 They ate the bread of the mighty angels; he sent them all the food they could eat.
26 He let East Wind break loose from the skies, gave a strong push to South Wind.
27 This time it was birds that rained down - succulent birds, an abundance of birds.
28 He aimed them right for the center of their camp; all round their tents there were birds.
29 They ate and had their fill; he handed them everything they craved on a platter.
30 But their greed knew no bounds; they stuffed their mouths with more and more.
31 Finally, God was fed up, his anger erupted - he cut down their brightest and best, he laid low Israel's finest young men.
32 And - can you believe it? - they kept right on sinning; all those wonders and they still wouldn't believe!
33 So their lives dribbled off to nothing - nothing to show for their lives but a ghost town.
34 When he cut them down, they came running for help; they turned and pled for mercy.
35 They gave witness that God was their rock, that High God was their redeemer,
36 But they didn't mean a word of it; they lied through their teeth the whole time.
37 They could not have cared less about him, wanted nothing to do with his Covenant.
38 And God? Compassionate! Forgave the sin! Didn't destroy! Over and over he reined in his anger, restrained his considerable wrath.
39 He knew what they were made of; he knew there wasn't much to them,
40 How often in the desert they had spurned him, tried his patience in those wilderness years.
41 Time and again they pushed him to the limit, provoked Israel's Holy God.
42 How quickly they forgot what he'd done, forgot their day of rescue from the enemy,
43 When he did miracles in Egypt, wonders on the plain of Zoan.
44 He turned the River and its streams to blood - not a drop of water fit to drink.
45 He sent flies, which ate them alive, and frogs, which bedeviled them.
46 He turned their harvest over to caterpillars, everything they had worked for to the locusts.
47 He flattened their grapevines with hail; a killing frost ruined their orchards.
48 He pounded their cattle with hail, let thunderbolts loose on their herds.
49 His anger flared, a wild firestorm of havoc, An advance guard of disease-carrying angels
50 to clear the ground, preparing the way before him. He didn't spare those people, he let the plague rage through their lives.
51 He killed all the Egyptian firstborns, lusty infants, offspring of Ham's virility.
52 Then he led his people out like sheep, took his flock safely through the wilderness.
53 He took good care of them; they had nothing to fear. The Sea took care of their enemies for good.
54 He brought them into his holy land, this mountain he claimed for his own.
55 He scattered everyone who got in their way; he staked out an inheritance for them - the tribes of Israel all had their own places.
56 But they kept on giving him a hard time, rebelled against God, the High God, refused to do anything he told them.
57 They were worse, if that's possible, than their parents: traitors - crooked as a corkscrew.
58 Their pagan orgies provoked God's anger, their obscene idolatries broke his heart.
59 When God heard their carryings-on, he was furious; he posted a huge No over Israel.
60 He walked off and left Shiloh empty, abandoned the shrine where he had met with Israel.
61 He let his pride and joy go to the dogs, turned his back on the pride of his life.
62 He turned them loose on fields of battle; angry, he let them fend for themselves.
63 Their young men went to war and never came back; their young women waited in vain.
64 Their priests were massacred, and their widows never shed a tear.
65 Suddenly the Lord was up on his feet like someone roused from deep sleep, shouting like a drunken warrior.
66 He hit his enemies hard, sent them running, yelping, not daring to look back.
67 He disqualified Joseph as leader, told Ephraim he didn't have what it takes,
68 And chose the Tribe of Judah instead, Mount Zion, which he loves so much.
69 He built his sanctuary there, resplendent, solid and lasting as the earth itself.
70 Then he chose David, his servant, handpicked him from his work in the sheep pens.
71 One day he was caring for the ewes and their lambs, the next day God had him shepherding Jacob, his people Israel, his prize possession.
72 His good heart made him a good shepherd; he guided the people wisely and well.

Psalms 78:24-72 Meaning and Commentary

Maschil of Asaph. Or for "Asaph" {f}; a doctrinal and "instructive" psalm, as the word "Maschil" signifies; see Psalm 32:1, which was delivered to Asaph to be sung; the Targum is, "the understanding of the Holy Spirit by the hands of Asaph." Some think David was the penman of it; but from the latter part of it, in which mention is made of him, and of his government of the people of Israel, it looks as if it was wrote by another, and after his death, though not long after, since the account is carried on no further than his times; and therefore it is probable enough it was written by Asaph, the chief singer, that lived in that age: whoever was the penman of it, it is certain he was a prophet, and so was Asaph, who is called a seer, the same with a prophet, and who is said to prophesy, 2 Chronicles 29:30 and also that he represented Christ; for that the Messiah is the person that is introduced speaking in this psalm is clear from Matthew 13:34 and the whole may be considered as a discourse of his to the Jews of his time; giving them an history of the Israelites from their first coming out of Egypt to the times of David, and in it an account of the various benefits bestowed upon them, of their great ingratitude, and of the divine resentment; the design of which is to admonish and caution them against committing the like sins, lest they should be rejected of God, as their fathers were, and perish: some Jewish writers, as Arama observes, interpret this psalm of the children of Ephraim going out of Egypt before the time appointed.
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