Psalm 16: How much vinegar does it take to pickle a King?
Psalms Part 16 of 150
A Poem by David.
1 Preserve me, God, for in you do I take refuge.
Go on, pickle him!
2 My soul, you have said to Yahweh, “You are my Lord.
Apart from you I have no good thing.”
Life? Family? Friends? They mean nothing to you?
3 As for the saints who are in the earth,
they are the excellent ones in whom is all my delight.
See, the angels mean something to you. Moron.
4 Their sorrows shall be multiplied who give gifts to another god.
Because Yahweh is a jealous god? Hmmmm?
Their drink offerings of blood I will not offer,
nor take their names on my lips.
5 Yahweh assigned my portion and my cup.
You made my lot secure.
If your lot was so damn secure, why the whinging and whning to Yahweh/God to protect you?
6 The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places.
Yes, I have a good inheritance.
7 I will bless Yahweh, who has given me counsel.
His counsel can’t be that good if you are moaning and asking for help all the time.
Yes, my heart instructs me in the night seasons.
I thought it was God/Yahweh? Now it’s your heart?
8 I have set Yahweh always before me.
Because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
Then why did you have to run and hide in the mountains?
9 Therefore my heart is glad, and my tongue rejoices.
My body shall also dwell in safety.
Wrong! You died. Dead. Dust. Gone. Kaput. Worm food dude. So much for your gawd.
10 For you will not leave my soul in Sheol,
neither will you allow your holy one to see corruption.
Are you calling yourself God’s ‘Holy One’? Arrogant much?
11 You will show me the path of life.
In your presence is fullness of joy.
In your right hand there are pleasures forever more.
Which the good book promises to all who follow like sheep, but gives to none.