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Psalm 6

posted 29 Feb 2012, 06:24 by Ben@theorderoftheblacksheep.com
A David Psalm
 1-2 Please, God, no more yelling, no more trips to the woodshed. 
   Treat me nice for a change; 
      I'm so starved for affection. 

 2-3 Can't you see I'm black-and-blue, 
      beat up badly in bones and soul? 
   God, how long will it take 
      for you to let up? 

 4-5 Break in, God, and break up this fight; 
      if you love me at all, get me out of here. 
   I'm no good to you dead, am I? 
      I can't sing in your choir if I'm buried in some tomb! 

 6-7 I'm tired of all this—so tired. My bed 
      has been floating forty days and nights 
   On the flood of my tears. 
      My mattress is soaked, soggy with tears. 
   The sockets of my eyes are black holes; 
      nearly blind, I squint and grope. 

 8-9 Get out of here, you Devil's crew: 
      at last God has heard my sobs. 
   My requests have all been granted, 
      my prayers are answered. 

 10 Cowards, my enemies disappear. 
   Disgraced, they turn tail and run.