Psalm 57: Oh no, it’s King David coming down the path. Close the curtains and pretend we aren’t home!
Psalms Part 57 of 150
For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A poem by David, when he fled from Saul, in the cave.
1 Be merciful to me, God, be merciful to me,
for my soul takes refuge in you.
Yes, in the shadow of your wings, I will take refuge,
until disaster has passed.
Is this all Psalms is going to be? Nothing but sucking up to God? Can anyone spell s-y-c-o-p-h-a-n-t ? Oh, I can.
2 I cry out to God Most High,
to God who accomplishes my requests for me.
You’d do better doing your own work. Lazy bastard.
3 He will send from heaven, and save me,
he rebukes the one who is pursuing me.
God will send out his loving kindness and his truth.
And use armies of sock puppets to kill innocents.
4 My soul is among lions.
I lie among those who are set on fire,
even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows,
and their tongue a sharp sword.
Are you that easily injured? Can’t take a few words without curling up and crying?
5 Be exalted, God, above the heavens!
Let your glory be above all the earth!
6 They have prepared a net for my steps.
My soul is bowed down.
They dig a pit before me.
They fall into its midst themselves.
If that were true, why the need to continuously ask Gawd for help?
7 My heart is steadfast, God, my heart is steadfast.
I will sing, yes, I will sing praises.
Your heart is not steadfast at all. You have wavered back and forth from acting like a man without worries who could face any danger to being a whimpering coward calling for his daddy to save his worthless arse.
8 Wake up, my glory! Wake up, psaltery and harp!
I will wake up the dawn.
9 I will give thanks to you, Lord, among the peoples.
I will sing praises to you among the nations.
Door knocker are you?
10 For your great loving kindness reaches to the heavens,
and your truth to the skies.
11 Be exalted, God, above the heavens.
Let your glory be over all the earth.
Blah, blah, blah. Again.