with the general trend of the verse as supplication for an exhibition of God's strength against proud opponents. The last clause sums up the whole in the petition, "Scatter the peoples that delight in wars." One verse then tells what the result of that will be. "Great ones" shall come from the land of the beast of the reeds, and Ethiopia shall make haste to stretch out tribute-bearing hands to God. The vision of a world subjugated and loving its subjugation is rising before the poet. That is the end of the ways of God with Israel. So deeply had this psalmist been led into comprehension of the Divine purpose; so clearly was he given to see the future, "and all the wonder that should be." Therefore he breaks forth, in the last strophe, into invocation to all the kingdoms of the earth to sing to God. He had sung of His majesty as of old Jehovah "rode through the deserts"; and that phrase described His intervention in the field of history on behalf of Israel. Now the singer calls for praise from all the earth to Him who rides in the "most ancient heavens"; and that expression sets forth His transcendent majesty and eternal, universal sway. The psalmist had hymned the victory won when "God gave the word." Now he bids earth listen as "He gives His voice, a voice of strength," which moves and controls all creatures and events. Therefore all nations are summoned to give strength to God, who gives all fulnesses of strength to His people. The psalm closes with the utterance of the thought which has animated it throughout--that God's deeds for and in Israel are the manifestation for the world of His power, and that these will one day lead all men to bless the God of Israel, who shines out in dread majesty from the sanctuary, which is henceforth His abode for evermore. PSALM LXIX. 1 Save me, O God; For the waters have come in even to [my] soul. 2 I am sunk in the mud of an abyss, without standing-ground I am come into depths of waters, and a flood has overwhelmed me. 3 I am weary with my crying; my throat is parched, My eyes fail whilst I wait for my God. 4 More than the hairs of my head are they who hate me without provocation. Strong are my destroyers, my enemies wrongfully What I did not rob, then I must restore. 5 O God, Thou, Thou knowest my folly, And my guiltinesses are not hidden from Thee. 6 Let not those who wait for Thee be put to shame through me, Lord, Jehovah of hosts: Let not those be confounded through me who seek Thee, O God of Israel.