Give the king your justice, O God,
and your righteousness to a king’s son.
May he judge your people with righteousness,
and your poor with justice.
May the mountains yield prosperity for the people,
and the hills, in righteousness.
May he defend the cause of the poor of the people,
give deliverance to the needy,
and crush the oppressor.
May he live while the sun endures,
and as long as the moon, throughout all generations.
May he be like rain that falls on the mown grass,
like showers that water the earth.
In his days may righteousness flourish
and peace abound, until the moon is no more.
May he have dominion from sea to sea,
and from the River to the ends of the earth.
I always struggle with the parts of the Old Testament when phrases like one from this psalm are used. ‘Crush the oppressor’ Such language doesn’t sit comfortably with the God of love I believe in.
All are God’s children, the oppressor and the oppressed equally. All are made in God’s image.
The psalm might begin with a cry for justice, but the psalmist then dictates how they think that justice should be metered out – with the oppressor being crushed. However, things are rarely as black and white as we think they are.