O God, give your judgment to the king;
your justice to the king’s son;*
That he may govern your people with justice,
That the mountains may yield their bounty for the people,
and the hills great abundance,
That he may defend the oppressed among the people,
save the children of the poor and crush the oppressor.
May they fear you with the sun,
May he be like rain coming down upon the fields,
like showers watering the earth,
That abundance may flourish in his days,
great bounty, till the moon be no more.
May he rule from sea to sea,
May his foes kneel before him,
his enemies lick the dust.
May the kings of Tarshish and the islanda– bring tribute,
May all kings bow before him,
For he rescues the poor when they cry out,
the oppressed who have no one to help.
He shows pity to the needy
and saves the lives of the poor.
From extortion and violence he redeems them,
for precious is their blood–in his sight.
Long may he live, receiving gold from Sheba,
prayed for without cease, blessed day by day.
May wheat abound in the land,
flourish even on the mountain heights.
May his fruit be like that of Lebanon,
May his name be forever;
Blessed be the LORD God, the God of Israel,
Blessed be his glorious name forever;
Amen and amen.
Okay, so today it may feel a little like a cop-out, artwork to commemorate the feast day and the psalm from today’s mass, but they struck me as appropriate both as art and poetry on such a wondrous occasion. An occasion when men who did not yet believe were led to pay homage to an infant king. Born in a manger in Bethlehem. Please visit Melanie for more art and poetry.