Saturday Psalm #3
Discouragement. Self pity. Weariness.
Stress. Allergies. Struggles with my weight.
The desire to please people.
They all rise up against me.
And make me believe
that you will not deliver me.
But you are a shield around me, O Lord;
you bestow glory on me and lift up my head.
Every single time I cry to you, Lord,
you answer me from your holy hill.
I lie down and sleep;
I wake again, because you sustain me...
And it's been this way for forty-seven years now!
So I will not fear, even if tens of thousands of troubles
draw up against me on every side.
Arise, O Lord!
Deliver me, O my God!
Strike all my enemies on the jaw;
break the teeth of the wicked.
From the Lord comes deliverance.
May your blessing be on your people, amen.