Psalm 23: You’re dead David. STFU!
Psalms Part 23 of 150
A Psalm by David.
1 Yahweh is my shepherd:
I shall lack nothing.
2 He makes me lie down in green pastures.
He leads me beside still waters.
Can you swim?
3 He restores my soul.
Prove there is such a thing first.
He guides me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
So, only for himself.
4 Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
What the hell does that actually mean?
I will fear no evil, for you are with me.
You’ve shown plenty of fear while at the same time saying he is always with you. Make up your mind.
Your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.
How? It’s a rod and a staff.
5 You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil.
God poured or dabbed (your choice) oil on your head did he?
My cup runs over.
6 Surely goodness and loving kindness shall follow me all the days of my life,
I’ve read your book dude. It didn’t happen.
and I will dwell in Yahweh’s house forever.
Call it what you like. You’re just dead. Gone. Dust. Finished. Ended. Get over it. If a duck is a duck and a rock is a rock, then why can’t people understand that dead is just dead? When something ends, it just ends. The light goes out. Fizzle and gone. Over. I could go on, but I won’t.