Psalmists

A hard truth becomes clear: the passions that inspired the psalmists -- noble and inappropriate, holy and horrifying -- live within us as well. ❋ John Backman (2011)

At various times, the psalmists exult in an almost giddy joy, teeter on the edge of despair, question God's action and rail angrily at the universe. ❋ John Backman (2011)

I reflect on infinity, aware, as the psalmists, that life is a grain of sand and that I am powerless before the world. ❋ Cheryl Pearl Sucher (2011)

The various psalmists in the Book of Psalms had the very same questions: ❋ Judith "Jlo" Quinton (2009)

It seems like you may not have heard, but there happens to be an entire fundamentalist/inerrantist contingent that calls itself the "riposte group" over at "Theology web," who regularly employ personal insults and feel justified in doing so based on examples of cursing others found in the prophets, the psalmists, Jesus, and Paul who declared people anathema and said "they went out from us because they were not of us," etc. ❋ James F. McGrath (2009)

I suspect Chris' secret is the same as the psalmists and prophets — joy. ❋ Michelle (2008)

The psalmists call out to God in the moment, and are certain of His reply. ❋ Michelle (2008)

Christianity, no one sensitive to the music of words, or the suggestions of poetic imagery, can read the Roman Breviary and Missal without profound admiration for the amazing skill with which the noblest passages of Hebrew poetry are chosen and fitted to the expression of Christian devotion, and the gold of psalmists, prophets, and apostles is welded into coronals for the Lord and His saints. ❋ Clement A. Miles (N/A)

They have blood-relationship with the patriarchs, and psalmists, and prophets, and they dwell "in heavenly places" with Paul, and Augustine, and Luther, and Wesley. ❋ John Henry Jowett (N/A)

And so it goes on through the centuries till the Messiah, announced and foreshadowed by the prophets and psalmists, at last appears, the greatest ❋ Stanley Shaw (N/A)

How the morning sun glittered on the shaken timbrel; how the spotless draperies went wild in the wind; how the group of lissome maidens on the sand below wound in and out, in a mazy dance; how the multitude was swept into transports of beatification; how the men became prophets and the women, psalmists; how the vast wilderness reverberated with a great chant of exultation -- all this he remembered as a sublime dream. ❋ Elizabeth Miller (N/A)

And the victory was celebrated by a song of most triumphant, yet grateful exultation, in a strain of the loftiest, purest poetry, such as the prophets and psalmists of Israel alone could pour forth: -- ❋ Anonymous (N/A)