A Psalm
By the Watchman
Dana G Smith
“thy days are numbered with the number of the beast, thy days are numbered down and counting”

Isaiah 1:21 ¶How is the faithful city become an harlot! it was full of judgment; righteousness lodged in it; but now murderers.
The Harlot has stood up.
Yea, she has declared, “not I, NOT I”.
By what abominations do I live,
Am I judged by the LORD,
Nay, but we have please Him.
Our satchels are clean.
Our lips are pure.
Our hearts are as a crystal spring.
From whence cometh thy words?
Ezekiel 16:15 ¶But thou didst trust in thine own beauty, and playedst the harlot because of thy renown, and pouredst out thy fornications on every one that passed by; his it was.
Ezekiel 16:16 And of thy garments thou didst take, and deckedst thy high places with divers colours, and playedst the harlot thereupon: the like things shall not come, neither shall it be so.
The mistress of abominations,
Yea, she does deny all her sins.
For thus the Watchman says,
Listen well O’ harlot,
Your eye is filled with pride,
The prick of the needle,
The goad of the stick,
The life well led in sin,
This does not move you.
You have made a covenant with death,
and with iniquity you are bedfellows,
Thy way is abominable to the LORD!
Micah 1:7 And all the graven images thereof shall be beaten to pieces, and all the hires thereof shall be burned with the fire, and all the idols thereof will I lay desolate: for she gathered it of the hire of an harlot, and they shall return to the hire of an harlot.





