Psalm 88: Here come da Judge, here come da judge!!!
Psalms Part 88 of 150
A Song. A Psalm by the sons of Korah. For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “The Suffering of Affliction.” A contemplation by Heman, the Ezrahite.
1 Yahweh, the God of my salvation,
I have cried day and night before you.
That would make you a pretty pathetic specimen then.
2 Let my prayer enter into your presence.
Turn your ear to my cry.
3 For my soul is full of troubles.
What troubles? Of your own making?
My life draws near to Sheol.
And like most gullible people you are turning to god to save your soul from everlasting torment in hell. You should have thought of that earlier.
4 I am counted among those who go down into the pit.
I am like a man who has no help,
5 set apart among the dead,
like the slain who lie in the grave,
whom you remember no more.
They are cut off from your hand.
What did you do so wrong that makes you think this?
6 You have laid me in the lowest pit,
in the darkest depths.
No, if it were true, it would still be your doing.
7 Your wrath lies heavily on me.
You have afflicted me with all your waves.
No, you asked for his wrath by being a dick.
8 You have taken my friends from me.
You have made me an abomination to them.
I am confined, and I can’t escape.
Then stop being a dick.
9 My eyes are dim from grief.
I have called on you daily, Yahweh.
I have spread out my hands to you.
Stop whining and put in some effort to change who you are. Then you will be what he wants. Then if he still ignores you, you might wake up to the fact that you are imagining the whole thing.
10 Do you show wonders to the dead?
Do the departed spirits rise up and praise you?
Gotta love a bit of Zombie action!!
11 Is your loving kindness declared in the grave?
Or your faithfulness in Destruction?
12 Are your wonders made known in the dark?
Or your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?
Are YOU capable of making sense?
13 But to you, Yahweh, I have cried.
In the morning, my prayer comes before you.
14 Yahweh, why do you reject my soul?
Why do you hide your face from me?
You can’t hide what isn’t there.
15 I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up.
While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.
16 Your fierce wrath has gone over me.
Your terrors have cut me off.
17 They came around me like water all day long.
They completely engulfed me.
18 You have put lover and friend far from me,
and my friends into darkness.
All condemnation of Gawd for treating you badly, but not one instance of admission of what you have done to deserve it. If I was your judge, that is probably how I’d treat you too.