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1-3A man was sick, Lazarus of Bethany, the town of Mary and her sister Martha. This was the same Mary who massaged the Lord’s feet with aromatic oils and then wiped them with her hair. It was her brother Lazarus who was sick. So the sisters sent word to Jesus, "Master, the one you love so very much is sick."
3,4As an apricot tree stands out in the forest,my lover stands above the young men in town.All I want is to sit in his shade,to taste and savor his delicious love.He took me home with him for a festive meal,but his eyes feasted on me!
5-7"Once I’ve finished with earth and sky,I’ll start in on Edom.I’ll come down hard on Edom,a people I’ve slated for total termination."God has a sword, thirsty for blood and more blood,a sword hungry for well-fed flesh,Lamb and goat blood,the suet-rich kidneys of rams.Yes, God has scheduled a sacrifice in Bozrah, the capital,the whole country of Edom a slaughterhouse.A wholesale slaughter, wild animalsand farm animals alike slaughtered.The whole country soaked with blood,all the ground greasy with fat.
7God will defeat your enemies who attack you. They’ll come at you on one road and run away on seven roads.
2He said, "Take your dear son Isaac whom you love and go to the land of Moriah. Sacrifice him there as a burnt offering on one of the mountains that I’ll point out to you."
8,9"If your hand or your foot gets in the way of God, chop it off and throw it away. You’re better off maimed or lame and alive than the proud owners of two hands and two feet, godless in a furnace of eternal fire. And if your eye distracts you from God, pull it out and throw it away. You’re better off one-eyed and alive than exercising your twenty-twenty vision from inside the fire of hell.
1-5A song to our strong God!a shout to the God of Jacob!Anthems from the choir, music from the band,sweet sounds from lute and harp,Trumpets and trombones and horns:it’s festival day, a feast to God!A day decreed by God,solemnly ordered by the God of Jacob.He commanded Joseph to keep this dayso we’d never forget what he did in Egypt.I hear this most gentle whisper from OneI never guessed would speak to me:
6The lives of God-loyal people flourish;a misspent life is soon bankrupt.
13-18"The ostrich flaps her wings futilely—all those beautiful feathers, but useless!She lays her eggs on the hard ground,leaves them there in the dirt, exposed to the weather,Not caring that they might get stepped on and crackedor trampled by some wild animal.She’s negligent with her young, as if they weren’t even hers.She cares nothing about anything.She wasn’t created very smart, that’s for sure,wasn’t given her share of good sense.But when she runs, oh, how she runs,laughing, leaving horse and rider in the dust.
1-3"‘Message from God, the Master: The gate of the inside courtyard on the east is to be shut on the six working days, but open on the Sabbath. It is also to be open on the New Moon. The prince will enter through the entrance area of the gate complex and stand at the gateposts as the priests present his burnt offerings and peace offerings while he worships there on the porch. He will then leave, but the gate won’t be shut until evening. On Sabbaths and New Moons, the people are to worship before God at the outside entrance to that gate complex.
1,2In only two days the eight-day Festival of Passover and the Feast of Unleavened Bread would begin. The high priests and religion scholars were looking for a way they could seize Jesus by stealth and kill him. They agreed that it should not be done during Passover Week. "We don’t want the crowds up in arms," they said.
2,3Disheveled and obviously in mourning, he fell to his knees in respect before David. David asked, "What brings you here?"He answered, "I’ve just escaped from the camp of Israel."
2-4Heaven and earth, you’re the jury.Listen to God’s case:"I had children and raised them well,and they turned on me.The ox knows who’s boss,the mule knows the hand that feeds him,But not Israel.My people don’t know up from down.Shame! Misguided God-dropouts,staggering under their guilt-baggage,Villainous gang,band of vandals—My people have walked out on me, their God,turned their backs on The Holy of Israel,walked off and never looked back.
5,6I took you through the wilderness for forty years and through all that time the clothes on your backs didn’t wear out, the sandals on your feet didn’t wear out, and you lived well without bread and wine and beer, proving to you that I am in fact God, your God.
5,6Simeon and Levi are two of a kind,ready to fight at the drop of a hat.I don’t want anything to do with their vendettas,want no part in their bitter feuds;They kill men in fits of temper,slash oxen on a whim.
1-3Paul came first to Derbe, then Lystra. He found a disciple there by the name of Timothy, son of a devout Jewish mother and Greek father. Friends in Lystra and Iconium all said what a fine young man he was. Paul wanted to recruit him for their mission, but first took him aside and circumcised him so he wouldn’t offend the Jews who lived in those parts. They all knew that his father was Greek.
1-4Take my side, God—I’m getting kicked around,stomped on every day.Not a day goes bybut somebody beats me up;They make it their dutyto beat me up.When I get really afraidI come to you in trust.I’m proud to praise God;fearless now, I trust in God.What can mere mortals do?
9-15"But now I’m the one they’re after,mistreating me, taunting and mocking.They abhor me, they abuse me.How dare those scoundrels—they spit in my face!Now that God has undone me and left me in a heap,they hold nothing back. Anything goes.They come at me from my blind side,trip me up, then jump on me while I’m down.They throw every kind of obstacle in my path,determined to ruin me—and no one lifts a finger to help me!They violate my broken body,trample through the rubble of my ruined life.Terrors assault me—my dignity in shreds,salvation up in smoke.
3,4Jesus reached out and touched him, saying, "I want to. Be clean." Then and there, all signs of the leprosy were gone. Jesus said, "Don’t talk about this all over town. Just quietly present your healed body to the priest, along with the appropriate expressions of thanks to God. Your cleansed and grateful life, not your words, will bear witness to what I have done."
8-10"‘But I’ll let a few escape the killing as you are scattered through other lands and nations. In the foreign countries where they’re taken as prisoners of war, they’ll remember me. They’ll realize how devastated I was by their betrayals, by their voracious lust for gratifying themselves in their idolatries. They’ll be disgusted with their evil ways, disgusting to God in the way they’ve lived. They’ll know that I am God. They’ll know that my judgment against them was no empty threat.