Psalm 61: Only 89 more suckup sessions to go.
Psalms Part 61 of 150
For the Chief Musician. For a stringed instrument. By David.
1 Hear my cry, God.
Listen to my prayer.
2 From the end of the earth, I will call to you, when my heart is overwhelmed.
Lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
3 For you have been a refuge for me,
a strong tower from the enemy.
Except for those times when he let them shit all over you.
4 I will dwell in your tent forever.
I will take refuge in the shelter of your wings.
5 For you, God, have heard my vows.
You have given me the heritage of those who fear your name.
Illegal by any moral and legal standards anywhere in the world.
6 You will prolong the king’s life;
his years shall be for generations.
Didn’t happen though, did it?
7 He shall be enthroned in God’s presence forever.
Appoint your loving kindness and truth, that they may preserve him.
8 So I will sing praise to your name forever,
that I may fulfill my vows daily.
This sounds like an attempt to buy immortality with your ability to suck up. Is your god that stupid?