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1 O God my God, in thee do I take refuge:Save me from all them that pursue me, and deliver me,2 Lest they tear my soul like a lion,Rending it in pieces, while there is none to deliver.3 O God my God, if I have done this;If there be iniquity in my hands;4 If I have rewarded evil unto him that was at peace with me (Yea, I have delivered him that without cause was mine adversary;)5 Let the enemy pursue my soul, and overtake it;Yea, let him tread my life down to the earth,And lay my glory in the dust. 6 Arise, O God, in thine anger;Lift up thyself against the rage of mine adversaries,And awake for me; thou hast commanded judgment.7 And let the congregation of the peoples compass thee about;And over them return thou on high.8 God ministereth judgment to the peoples:Judge me, O God, according to my righteousness, And to mine integrity that is in me.9 Oh let the wickedness of the wicked come to an end, But establish thou the righteous:For the righteous God trieth the minds and hearts.10 My shield is with God,Who saveth the upright in heart.11 God is a righteous judge,Yea, a God that hath indignation every day.12 If a man turn not, he will whet his sword;He hath bent his bow, and made it ready;13 He hath also prepared for him the instruments of death;He maketh his arrows fiery shafts.14 Behold, he travaileth with iniquity;Yea, he hath conceived mischief, and brought forth falsehood.15 He hath made a pit, and digged it,And is fallen into the ditch which he made.16 His mischief shall return upon his own head,And his violence shall come down upon his own pate.17 I will give thanks unto God according to his righteousness,And will sing praise to the name of God Most High.

Lordy Lordy

Let’s talk about you

The center of imagination

The self-styled creative source

The purported mind

Of the Universe

The world is closing in

I don’t envisage enemies

But they carry Kalashnikovs

And plant land mines under my feet

They bring poison into parks and restaurants

To smother and burn and tear us apart

And where be you?

Father forgive them

Is that it?

Will you let them trample me?

Make me sleep in the dust

Then tell me to turn the other cheek?

Where is your anger against my enemies?

I have given alms to the needy

Fed the hungry

Clothed the naked

Or at least written checks

And you let them deliver me

Into the crematoria

They call you a righteous judge

Is that so?

I search my heart to discover

If I am surfeited with despair

Overflowing with evil

And disillusionment

Do I blame the world

For my madness and my gloom?

In the meantime

Praising the God I do not know

I sing the name of the Most High

Just in case

I would prove a fool

To make you mine enemy

Praise God from whom all blessings flow

Yes Ma’am