New International Reader's Version

Psalm 32

Psalm 32

A maskil of David.

Blessed is the person whose lawless acts are forgiven.
    Their sins have been taken away.
Blessed is the person whose sin the Lord never counts against them.
    That person doesn’t want to cheat anyone.

When I kept silent about my sin,
    my body became weak
    because I groaned all day long.
Day and night
    you punished me.
I became weaker and weaker
    as I do in the heat of summer.
Then I admitted my sin to you.
    I didn’t cover up the wrong I had done.
I said, “I will admit my lawless acts to the Lord.”
    And you forgave the guilt of my sin.

Let everyone who is faithful pray to you
    while they can still look to you.
When troubles come like a flood,
    they certainly won’t reach those who are faithful.
You are my hiding place.
    You will keep me safe from trouble.
You will surround me with songs sung by those who praise you
    because you save your people.

I will guide you and teach you the way you should go.
    I will give you good advice and watch over you with love.
Don’t be like a horse or a mule.
    They can’t understand anything.
They have to be controlled by bits and bridles.
    If they aren’t, they won’t come to you.
10 Sinful people have all kinds of trouble.
    But the Lord’s faithful love
    is all around those who trust in him.

11 Be glad because of what the Lord has done for you.
    Be joyful, you who do what is right!
    Sing, all you whose hearts are honest!

The Message

Psalm 32

A David Psalm

1Count yourself lucky, how happy you must be—
    you get a fresh start,
    your slate’s wiped clean.

Count yourself lucky—
    God holds nothing against you
    and you’re holding nothing back from him.

When I kept it all inside,
    my bones turned to powder,
    my words became daylong groans.

The pressure never let up;
    all the juices of my life dried up.

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.

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.

God’s my island hideaway,
    keeps danger far from the shore,
    throws garlands of hosannas around my neck.

Let me give you some good advice;
    I’m looking you in the eye
    and giving it to you straight:

“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!