The writer pleads for God's return to Jerusalem after it's been sacked. You know what that means: this psalm was not written by David, because Jerusalem was sacked way after he was around. But these verses find their way into a book with David's psalms, so someone must have thought they fit together.
God is as a gardener—again—who took Israel as "a vine" from Egypt. What gives, God? Tend to your plant!
God is angry. Really angry. Israel has started to look at different gods, and clearly this doesn't fly with him. Watch out.
God has been promoted. He's now at the head of the divine council, and he's handing out bonuses to his believers.
Time to roll up your sleeves: the Israelites have some late night work to do. What, you ask? Annihilating their enemies, of course.
The author would rather be a doorman in God's temple than in the thick of somebody else's temple. That's like saying you'd rather be a doorman at the Plaza than the owner of a motel in Ruralsville, U.S.A.
Here, the author expresses confidence that the land will produce lots of grain, that the righteous will be rewarded, and that everything will be hunky-dory. Three cheers for stability!
Ah, if only life were so simple, and if only the writer's heart was undivided. It's hard to be faithful forever, but the writer knows he can do it.
God designates Zion as his preferred pad.
Depression's back. God has abandoned the writer, and this is one guy who needs some lovin'. Better call up God.