Psalms 50

The Mighty One, God, Yahweh, speaks,

Out of Zion, the perfection of beauty,

Our God comes, and does not keep silent.

He calls to the heavens above,

“Gather my saints together to me,

The heavens shall declare his righteousness,

“Hear, my people, and I will speak;

I don’t rebuke you for your sacrifices.

I have no need for a bull from your stall,

For every animal of the forest is mine,

I know all the birds of the mountains.

If I were hungry, I would not tell you,

Will I eat the meat of bulls,

Offer to God the sacrifice of thanksgiving.

Call on me in the day of trouble.

But to the wicked God says,

since you hate instruction,

When you saw a thief, you consented with him,

“You give your mouth to evil.

You sit and speak against your brother.

You have done these things, and I kept silent.

“Now consider this, you who forget God,

Whoever offers the sacrifice of thanksgiving glorifies me,