- Full Moon Nation @ Hebrew Pi Day;
- Sundown 2016.06.19 to Sundown 2016.06.20 = Day 73 of 353;
- Day 73 + 280 = 5776.12.30 @ Sundown 2017.03.28;
- Day 73 + 353 = 5777.03.15 @ 2017.06.09 [Truth Can’t Be Beaten];
- Day 73 + 187 = The Chosen One
- Day 383 + 73 = 456;
- Day 736 + 73 = 809;
- And: 809 + 908 = 5778.12.24 @ 2019.03.01;
- Day 809 + 164 = 2016.11.30;
- Day 1089 + 73 = 1162;
- Day 1162 + 280 = 5776.12.30;
- Day 1162 + 280 + 14 = 5777.01.14;
- Day 1162 + 280 + 17 = 5777.01.17;
- Day 1162 + 280 + 21 = 5777.01.21;
- Day 1089 + 456 = 1545;
- Day 1089 + 809 = 1898;
- Day 1825 + 73 = 1898;
- Day 1776 + 49 + 73 = 1898;
- Day 1089 + 1162 = 2251;
- Day 2539 + 456 = 2995.
Psalm 73 ~ The Message (MSG)
An Asaph Psalm
73 1-5 No doubt about it! God is good—
good to good people, good to the good-hearted.
But I nearly missed it,
missed seeing his goodness.
I was looking the other way,
looking up to the people
At the top,
envying the wicked who have it made,
Who have nothing to worry about,
not a care in the whole wide world.
6-10 Pretentious with arrogance,
they wear the latest fashions in violence,
Pampered and overfed,
decked out in silk bows of silliness.
They jeer, using words to kill;
they bully their way with words.
They’re full of hot air,
loudmouths disturbing the peace.
People actually listen to them—can you believe it?
Like thirsty puppies, they lap up their words.
11-14 What’s going on here? Is God out to lunch?
Nobody’s tending the store.
The wicked get by with everything;
they have it made, piling up riches.
I’ve been stupid to play by the rules;
what has it gotten me?
A long run of bad luck, that’s what—
a slap in the face every time I walk out the door.
15-20 If I’d have given in and talked like this,
I would have betrayed your dear children.
Still, when I tried to figure it out,
all I got was a splitting headache . . .
Until I entered the sanctuary of God.
Then I saw the whole picture:
The slippery road you’ve put them on,
with a final crash in a ditch of delusions.
In the blink of an eye, disaster!
A blind curve in the dark, and—nightmare!
We wake up and rub our eyes. . . . Nothing.
There’s nothing to them. And there never was.
21-24 When I was beleaguered and bitter,
totally consumed by envy,
I was totally ignorant, a dumb ox
in your very presence.
I’m still in your presence,
but you’ve taken my hand.
You wisely and tenderly lead me,
and then you bless me.
25-28 You’re all I want in heaven!
You’re all I want on earth!
When my skin sags and my bones get brittle,
God is rock-firm and faithful.
Look! Those who left you are falling apart!
Deserters, they’ll never be heard from again.
But I’m in the very presence of God—
oh, how refreshing it is!
I’ve made Lord God my home.
God, I’m telling the world what you do!