The nuns, singing psalms. |
I'm singing the psalms myself these days, first thing in the morning. I've been using the new Presbyterian Book of Common Worship Daily Prayer book during Lent. It includes (as did the old one) eight different "psalm tones" for chanting (as well as helpful markings on the psalms themselves). These are simple to learn, and each is to be used with a particular kind of psalm:
1. [That Word We Don't Say In Lent]
2. Praise
3. Lordship
4. Salvation History
5. God's Law
6. Trust
7. Penitential
8. Lament
Every psalm is marked with suggested psalm tones (though you could actually use any tones with any psalm). But the psalms are, of course, paired with the tones that reflect the psalm content.
The psalm this morning was Psalm 126, and I turned to it and found it was marked "Tone 8." Lament.
That's not right, I thought. This is a psalm of praise, or maybe salvation history.
When the Lord restored the fortunes of Zion,
we were like those who dream.
Then our mouth was filled with laughter,
and our tongue with shouts of joy;
then it was said among the nations,
“The Lord has done great things for them.”
The Lord has done great things for us,
and we rejoiced.
~ Psalm 126:1-3
Clearly, this is s psalm remembering a moment in the history of God's people that gives evidence of God's goodness.
"The Lord has done great things for us, and we rejoiced!"
But I sung the psalm using Tone 8 anyway, just to see what happened.
What happened, was the rest of the psalm:
Restore our fortunes, O Lord,
like the watercourses in the Negeb.
May those who sow in tears
reap with shouts of joy.
Those who go out weeping,
bearing the seed for sowing,
shall come home with shouts of joy,
carrying their sheaves.
~ Psalm 126:4-6
A psalm I've read, and of which I've sung numerous other settings (including, of course, "Bringing in the Sheaves"!), turns out to be a cleverly concealed appeal to God for rescue. It's a psalm of lament, only, instead of the lament beginning and the praise ending, the praise is offered up front.
And then we sing, "Restore our fortunes, O Lord," and we sing it in a minor key.
We are sowing our fields with tears, O God... might we reap with shouts of joy?
We are weeping-- weeping, when we go about our tasks, our washing, our cooking, our planting...
But we trust-- even now, we trust-- that we will return in joy.
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