The Psalm Project: Psalm 17

Pamela Glasgow | The Psalm Project
Noel Joshua Hadley

A Tephillah Of David

(Psalm 17)

 

 

Shamah, YaHUWaH

 

Hear and answer,

O, YaHUWaH,

From the straight paths,

Prick up Your ears,

Sharpen Your hearing;

Listen to my mournful cry,

My wailing.

Hear now my tephillah–

My prayer–

Which is not muffled

Within my mouth,

Nor does it proceed

From deceitful lips.

 

From before Your faces,

My judgment has come forth.

From Your court,

The place where You decide

The controversy,

The sentence is pronounced.

Your eyes perceive,

You have experienced

Straightness of path.

 

You have examined

The evidence.

You have proved me;

You have tested my substance

And the inner workings of my heart.

You have visited me

In the night season–

Layilah, that twisting away

From light–

You have refined me as gold.

You find no impurities.

I shall not transgress

With my mouth;

I have purposed

Not to pass over

Or to depart

From the correct path.

 

Concerning the wages

Of ‘adam,

In the word of Your lips,

I have kept watch;

I have guarded my feet

From the path

Of the violent man.

 

Hold fast my steps

As I follow Your course of action.

As I transverse

The Way of YaHUWaH,

Let not my steps waver;

Do not let my feet slip

And fall into ruin.

 

I have cried to You,

Weeping,

For I know that

You will hear

And answer tunefully.

You Who are the Power and Authority

In Yashar’EL,

Bend down Your ear

Unto me,

Hear my hymn of supplication.

 

Behold the mouth of our leader.

Show the words of Your favor.

You support me.

You preserve me.

You make broad the space

Of my liberty.

Those outside

Who experience the thorns,

The affliction sent upon those

Who rise up against the right;

From the devouring chaos,

Guard me.

Protect me

As the little man of Your eye–

The pupil of darkness–

In the shadow of Your defense,

Under the edges of Your garments,

Let me be hidden,

From the faces

Of the wicked and condemned,

From those

Who are guilty of death,

Who have left

The correct path,

My haters.

They encircle my nephesh–

The living, breathing vitality

Of self–

To strike at me.

 

They are shut up

With the richest and choicest things:

Fat of the land,

Fat of beasts.

The words of their mouth

Are lifted up with pride.

 

In a short time,

The way of our going

They have prevented.

They have turned aside,

These adversaries.

Their works

Encircle our dwelling

Like strong cedars

Or the boxwood.

Eyes

They have set in array.

They descended,

They have stretched out their tent,

They have perverted the way

Upon the earth.

 

In the similitude of a lion,

Pale with hunger,

Pounce,

Tearing flesh;

And just as the shaggy beast

Lurks in his secret dwelling,

Hunched down,

Ready to spring

At his prey,

Stand up, O, YaHUWaH,

Rush onto the scene!

Suddenly and unexpectedly,

Come before the faces

Of mine adversaries.

Bring them to their knees!

Afflict them!

Cause me to slip away

From the condemned and guilty,

From one worthy of death;

Bear me away!

Save my nephesh—

My living, breathing essence—

From my enemy

And from the edge of the sword.

 

Chaos!

Chaos!

From men!

Your sign, O, YaHUWaH,

The work of Your hand—

Chaos!

Chaos!

From the men of this age!

Their smooth flatteries,

Their lot and portion

In the land of the living

You fill them

With Your hidden treasures,

And the womb is filled

With offspring.

Their house continues;

Yet, they depart

And their unbridled excess

Is left unto suckling babes.

 

O, YaHUWaH,

I will perceive

Your straight paths.

From the slumber of death,

I will arise

To behold Your faces.

As the thirsty land

Drinks the rain of heaven,

Even so,

With Your appearance,

Will I be satisfied.

Pamela Glasgow

The Psalm Project represents my desire for a deeper understanding of the Word of YAHUAH. It is not a mechanical translation, a one-word-for-word exchange from Hebrew to English. We have those. This is a lyrical adaptation of the many possibilities hidden in the Hebrew, arranged with consideration for the poetic and musical intent of the original writer. I pray you are as enriched in the reading as I was in the transcribing.

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IN the summer of 2019, I was seated in the wine cellar of a walled Medieval town high above the Dordogne Valley of France, not far from Sarlat-la-Canéda, making phone calls, writing reports. I have given this story in other places and it appears as though you’re about to hear it again. Rob Skiba is a name you that you might be familiar with. Though he had made a name for himself as a Nephilim researcher, more recently Rob had taken a dive into the deep end of the pool via flat earth research. The recorded interviews I conducted between he and Rick Hummer, a fellow flat earth investigator and close friend of his, was published while still occupying that very wine cellar. Read all about it. Chicago Is Not a Mirage.

Word quickly spread. Within a few short weeks, dozens of flat earth researchers began accepting my invite for a private interview, if not a series of interviews. From a 17th-century tower built by King Louis XIV, and with a stunning view of the Alps, I sat down with Robbie Davidson, founder of the Flat Earth International Conferences, conducting multiple sessions. While staying in Dumfries, Scotland, David Weiss agreed to take part in the interviews, as did Bob Knodel of Globebusters. There were others. But when I asked the interviewees to discuss the moments that shaped their lives, among the many PSYOPs, false flag attacks, and hoaxes that were discussed, only these men committed commentary to the false 9/11 narrative.

The resulting recordings ballooned into The Unexpected Cosmology, a book which became a website and was even intended as an anthology. And of course, the following discourse was originally a chapter. It was Walt Disney who stated, “Disneyland will never be completed. It will continue to grow as long as there is imagination left in the world.” Those sentiments remain applicable here as well. American Sensationalism: The 9/11 Interviews was always intended to be expanded upon with the inclusion of new researchers. So I’m sorry to say the project became stagnant during the Covid-19 psychodrama. I took a break to tackle other projects. We lost Rob Skiba. Rob offered hours of private conversation regarding his life but we never got around to the big one. 9/11. It was in the cards. Sadly, Bob Knodel died soon afterwards. Voices are being squeezed from an entire generation. Gnosis passes with them.

In the aftermath, the FE community became fractured. People began going their separate ways. Robbie Davidson, among a noted few others who were interviewed for the project, got up and left the movement altogether. It is not my intent to erase his or the contributions of others if only brief. They came, they went, their testimonies remain.

The original vision may have hit roadblocks but it is not forgotten. I expanded this paper a few years later to include testimony from author Pauly Hart, a dear friend of mine. I had wanted to continue that trend every year thereafter but you know how it goes. For the 25th anniversary of the attack I have redirected my efforts to its first large scale expansion, including Andrew Hoy and Darrin Geisinger into the mix. Perhaps others will lend their experiences to the recorder in time.

The following is their report.

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