Psalm 102: I’ll bring my tools, you bring your prayer. I bet I win.
Psalms Part 102 of 150
A Prayer of the afflicted, when he is overwhelmed and pours out his complaint before Yahweh.
A whinge when the world has become too much for them and they want someone else to do the hard work and fix things for them.
1 Hear my prayer, Yahweh!
Let my cry come to you.
2 Don’t hide your face from me in the day of my distress.
Turn your ear to me.
Answer me quickly in the day when I call.
Yeah, you just keep wishing and wasting your life instead of fixing things for yourself. Don’t complain later when things don’t work out for you though.
3 For my days consume away like smoke.
My bones are burned as a torch.
Just like the rest of us.
4 My heart is blighted like grass, and withered,
for I forget to eat my bread.
Not very smart.
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning,
my bones stick to my skin.
Well, if you stopped wasting your time groaning and spent it making a living, you’d not only have enough food to eat and the time to eat it, but your bones wouldn’t stick to your skin.
6 I am like a pelican of the wilderness.
I have become as an owl of the waste places.
7 I watch, and have become like a sparrow that is alone on the housetop.
8 My enemies reproach me all day.
Those who are mad at me use my name as a curse.
Well, if you put yourself in that position, you have nobody else to blame but yourself.
9 For I have eaten ashes like bread,
and mixed my drink with tears,
10 Because of your indignation and your wrath,
for you have taken me up, and thrown me away.
Still blaming others. Wasting your time again. Own your own stupidity and do something about it.
11 My days are like a long shadow.
I have withered like grass.
12 But you, Yahweh, will remain forever;
your renown endures to all generations.
Damn, I hope not. The sooner this silliness is forgotten and humanity can begin to stand on it’s own two feet instead of relying on an imaginary friend to do the hard work, the better we will all be.
13 You will arise and have mercy on Zion;
for it is time to have pity on her.
Yes, the set time has come.
Then he isn’t listening, because that mercy has not arrived. Never will whilever you stand around waiting.
14 For your servants take pleasure in her stones,
and have pity on her dust.
15 So the nations will fear Yahweh’s name;
all the kings of the earth your glory.
Just another one of those things we can add to the long list of chores left undone by your god.
16 For Yahweh has built up Zion.
He has appeared in his glory.
Only to the delusional.
17 He has responded to the prayer of the destitute,
and has not despised their prayer.
On the list.
18 This will be written for the generation to come.
A people which will be created will praise Yah.
And be laughed at by the rational thinker.
19 For he has looked down from the height of his sanctuary.
From heaven, Yahweh saw the earth;
20 to hear the groans of the prisoner;
to free those who are condemned to death;
There are more people condemned to death now than ever before, so where is his merciful hand now?
21 that men may declare Yahweh’s name in Zion,
and his praise in Jerusalem;
22 when the peoples are gathered together,
the kingdoms, to serve Yahweh.
When they gather together, they fight and kill each other.
23 He weakened my strength along the course.
He shortened my days.
You don’t look after your own affairs and when you get sick and are ready to die you blame it on God.
24 I said, “My God, don’t take me away in the midst of my days.
Your years are throughout all generations.
When you rely on the non existent to cure your ills instead of caring for your own health, you have to expect this. Get over it.
25 Of old, you laid the foundation of the earth.
The heavens are the work of your hands.
26 They will perish, but you will endure.
Yes, all of them will wear out like a garment.
You will change them like a cloak, and they will be changed.
Everytime a believer stops believing and becomes an atheist, God dies a little. Yay!!!
27 But you are the same.
Your years will have no end.
Yes they will. He will be forgotten. Never to be thought of again. Relegated to old, mouldy history books, which is more than he deserves.
28 The children of your servants will continue.
Their seed will be established before you.”
They will wake up one day and God will go to sleep forever. Bring it on!!!