Psalms 32
1 Count yourself lucky, how happy you must be - you get a fresh start, your slate's wiped clean.
2 Count yourself lucky - God holds nothing against you and you're holding nothing back from him.
3 When I kept it all inside, my bones turned to powder, my words became daylong groans.
4 The pressure never let up; all the juices of my life dried up.
5 Then I let it all out; I said, "I'll make a clean breast of my failures to God." Suddenly the pressure was gone - my guilt dissolved, my sin disappeared.
6 These things add up. Every one of us needs to pray; when all hell breaks loose and the dam bursts we'll be on high ground, untouched.
7 God's my island hideaway, keeps danger far from the shore, throws garlands of hosannas around my neck.
8 Let me give you some good advice; I'm looking you in the eye and giving it to you straight:
9 "Don't be ornery like a horse or mule that needs bit and bridle to stay on track."
10 God-defiers are always in trouble; God-affirmers find themselves loved every time they turn around.
11 Celebrate God. Sing together - everyone! All you honest hearts, raise the roof!