Father, You are right in Your assessments and just in Your judgments. You gave Isaiah a judgment that would fall upon the people of Moab and Damascus. It’s a horrible picture of death and devastation. Moab was spoken of with “her overweening pride and conceit, her pride and her insolence…” And Damascus had “forgotten God your Savior, you have not remembered the Rock your fortress.” Both were lands of great idolatry.
Both these descriptions sound like my own country. And I believe when judgment falls, all will know who You really are.
Father, draw us back to You. Reach us with Your message of repentance and revival before it is too late. Do not let me be prideful or conceited. Do not let me think more of myself than I ought to, or forget that all I have comes from You. Father, I am humbled again, at Your righteousness. Because You are just, You must punish the wicked.
But You also tell us that our battle is not against flesh and blood, but against the powers and rulers of this present darkness in the heavenly realms. So when I pray these Psalms, I direct them at those entities who are fighting against me, attacking my health, my relationships, my children, my family, my finances, my emotions, my church, my community and my country. And I picture these things happening to them:
“Break the teeth in their mouths, O God; tear out the fangs of the lions! Let them vanish like water that flows away; when they draw the bow, let their arrows be as headless shafts. Like a slug melting away as is moves along…” Quickly, the wicked will be swept away.”
Father, I can picture Your vengeance on these evil powers: their mouths bloody with teeth broken, unable to bite, chew, or inflict pain any more; powerless, like water that drips off my roof in a gentle rain. Their blunt arrows fall to the ground without finding their targets, ineffective and useless because they have no heads to direct them. And I revel, rejoicing in their destruction at the hand of Your righteous judgment. Thank You for Your deliverance. Amen