Enough is enough, I feel I have spent too much time moaning and groaning over my Logos paper. I have done what I can and I must let it rest. Just a few more footnotes to complete and I shall let it be. So there!
I am running short of time for my other 2 (and 1 more if I decide to do it) papers, one of which would require an exegesis of a psalm. The choices are between 19, 30 and 42. I have done one with Psalm 42 before, under a different module. Now, I cannot submit the same assignment even if the lecturer were different; what more in this case the lecturer is the one and only Reb.
Therefore, it will be a choice then between the other two. Psalm 19 is interesting, with it being a Wisdom or Torah Psalm. But Psalm 30 is a chiastic one; though the chiasm that I just worked out a moment ago does not coincide with Terrien's.
That itself count as a challenge.
Terrien's chiasm of Psalm 30 goes like this, with his own translation:
Strophe I
I exalt thee, O Lord, for thou didst lift me up,
And thou hast nor allowed my foes to rejoice over me!
O Lord, thou art my God!
I cried unto thee, and thou didst heal me!
O Lord, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave
Thou hast kept me, alive, from descending to the Pit!
Sing to the Lord, ye his beloved ones;
Celebrate him in praise, remembering his holiness!
For his wrath last a moment, his favour a lifetime;
The evening has tears, the morning cries for joy!
As for me, I said in my days of ease,
Never shall I vacillate and stumble.
O Lord in thy grace thou hast caused me
to stand on solid heights;
But when thou didst hide thy face, I was in trouble.
I cried to thee, O Lord! And my Sovereign
I implored for grace
What gain for thee in my blood spilling,
or my going down to the Pit?
Would dust praise thee or declare thy truth?
Strophe II
Hear O Lord, and have mercy on me!
O Lord be thou my helper!
Thou didst turn for me mourning into a dance,
Untied my sackcloth and girded me with joy;
So that my heart might sing for thee and not be mute;
O Lord, my God! I shall praise thee forever!
I exalt thee, O Lord, for thou didst lift me up,
And thou hast nor allowed my foes to rejoice over me!
O Lord, thou art my God!
I cried unto thee, and thou didst heal me!
O Lord, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave
Thou hast kept me, alive, from descending to the Pit!
Sing to the Lord, ye his beloved ones;
Celebrate him in praise, remembering his holiness!
For his wrath last a moment, his favour a lifetime;
The evening has tears, the morning cries for joy!
As for me, I said in my days of ease,
Never shall I vacillate and stumble.
O Lord in thy grace thou hast caused me
to stand on solid heights;
But when thou didst hide thy face, I was in trouble.
I cried to thee, O Lord! And my Sovereign
I implored for grace
What gain for thee in my blood spilling,
or my going down to the Pit?
Would dust praise thee or declare thy truth?
Strophe II
Hear O Lord, and have mercy on me!
O Lord be thou my helper!
Thou didst turn for me mourning into a dance,
Untied my sackcloth and girded me with joy;
So that my heart might sing for thee and not be mute;
O Lord, my God! I shall praise thee forever!
And mine went like this:
I will extol You, O LORD,
for You have lifted me up,
And have not let my enemies rejoice over me.
O LORD my God, I cried to You for help,
and You healed me.
O LORD, You have brought up my soul from Sheol;
You have kept me alive,
that I would not go down to the pit.
Sing praise to the LORD, you His godly ones,
And give thanks to His holy name.
For His anger is but for a moment,
His favor is for a lifetime;
Weeping may last for the night,
But a shout of joy comes in the morning.
Now as for me, I said in my prosperity,
"I will never be moved."
O LORD, by Your favor You have
made my mountain to stand strong;
You hid Your face, I was dismayed.
To You, O LORD, I called,
And to the Lord I made supplication:
"What profit is there in my blood,
if I go down to the pit?
Will the dust praise You?
Will it declare Your faithfulness?
"Hear, O LORD, and be gracious to me;
O LORD, be my helper."
You have turned for me my mourning into dancing;
You have loosed my sackcloth and girded me with gladness,
That my soul may sing praise to You and not be silent.
O LORD my God, I will give thanks to You forever.
for You have lifted me up,
And have not let my enemies rejoice over me.
O LORD my God, I cried to You for help,
and You healed me.
O LORD, You have brought up my soul from Sheol;
You have kept me alive,
that I would not go down to the pit.
Sing praise to the LORD, you His godly ones,
And give thanks to His holy name.
For His anger is but for a moment,
His favor is for a lifetime;
Weeping may last for the night,
But a shout of joy comes in the morning.
Now as for me, I said in my prosperity,
"I will never be moved."
O LORD, by Your favor You have
made my mountain to stand strong;
You hid Your face, I was dismayed.
To You, O LORD, I called,
And to the Lord I made supplication:
"What profit is there in my blood,
if I go down to the pit?
Will the dust praise You?
Will it declare Your faithfulness?
"Hear, O LORD, and be gracious to me;
O LORD, be my helper."
You have turned for me my mourning into dancing;
You have loosed my sackcloth and girded me with gladness,
That my soul may sing praise to You and not be silent.
O LORD my God, I will give thanks to You forever.
Well, at least Terrien's one kept to a standard length in each section whereas mine is quite uneven.
pearlie
Photo © 2007 Julia Freeman-Woolpert
Samuel Terrien, The Psalms, Strophic Structure and Theological Commentary, (Grand Rapids: Eerdmans, 2003): 280.
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