Psalm 113: Sorry Shakespeare, I couldn’t help it.
Psalms Part 113 of 150
1 Praise Yah!
Praise, you servants of Yahweh,
praise Yahweh’s name.
Why? A God by any other name would smell as bad!
2 Blessed be Yahweh’s name,
from this time forward and forever more.
Nope, it still stinks.
3 From the rising of the sun to the going down of the same,
Yahweh’s name is to be praised.
I can’t think of one single solitary reason to do so.
4 Yahweh is high above all nations,
his glory above the heavens.
He might be high, but he isn’t above anything.
5 Who is like Yahweh, our God,
who has his seat on high,
There’s a few ego maniacal morons I could name that think they are godlike.
6 Who stoops down to see in heaven and in the earth?
Astronomers and Geologists.
7 He raises up the poor out of the dust.
Lifts up the needy from the ash heap;
No he doesn’t. He asks them for donations so the Pope can wear funny hats.
8 that he may set him with princes,
even with the princes of his people.
This monarchy thing has nothing going for it either. What right has anyone to be born ‘above’ another person? It’s wrong.
9 He settles the barren woman in her home,
as a joyful mother of children.
Praise Yah!
He’s a rapist!