Once upon a time, a psalmist made a bet to see how many different ways he could say “Praise the name of the Lord.” He lost the bet, though, because he gave up halfway through, and that’s how we got Psalm 113. No, not really, but I have to write an introduction somehow.
How many gods are there? Just one. But also several.
What was the word I made up the other day? “Jewishnesses?” The Jewishnesses are pervasive in this chapter. Even as a guy fairly familiar with the Old Testament and the history of Judaism, I feel like some of these chapters will always strike me as at least a bit alien. You never really know something until you experience it: that’s a very Jewish idea. And I’ve never experienced being a Jew.