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Well, I made it through the Good Friday service's choral program without disgracing myself--now if only I can get through the six-part harmony piece for Easter Sunday equally well.
And since I'm about to go read Mexican Mobster Crack, I'll try to redeem myself by posting a psalm--hey, it is national poetry month, and they are poetry.
My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
why art thou so far from my cry
and from the words of my distress?
O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou dost not answer;
by night as well, but I find no rest.
Yet thou art the Holy One,
enthroned upon the praises of Israel.
Our forefathers put their trust in thee;
they trusted, and thou didst deliver them
They cried out to thee and were delivered;
they trusted in thee and were not put to shame.
But as for me, I am a worm and no man,
scorned by all and despised by the people.
All who see me laugh me to scorn;
they curl their lips and wag their heads, saying,
"He trusted in the Lord; let him deliver him;
let him rescue him, if he delights in him."
Yet thou art he who took me out of the womb,
and kept me safe upon my mother's breast.
I have been entrusted to thee ever since I was born;
thou art my God from my mother's womb.
Be not far from me, for trouble is near,
and there is none to help.
Many young bulls encircle me;
strong bulls of Bashan surround me.
They open wide their jaws at me,
like a ravening and a roaring lion.
I am poured out like water;
all my bones are out of joint;
my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my breast.
My mouth is dried out like a pot-sherd;
my tongue cleaves to my jaws;
and thou hast laid me in the dust of the grave.
Packs of dogs have compassed me,
the assembly of the wicked have encircled me;
they have pierced my hands and my feet;
I can count all my bones.
They stare and gloat over me;
they divide my garments among them;
they cast lots for my clothing.
Be not far from me, O Lord;
thou art my strength; hasten to help me.
Deliver my soul from the sword,
my life from the power of the dog.
Save me from the lion's mouth,
my wretched body from the horns of wild bulls.
I will declare thy Name unto my brethren;
in the midst of the congregation I will praise you.
Praise the Lord, all ye that fear him;
stand in awe of him, O offspring of Israel;
all ye of Jacob's line, give glory.
And since I'm about to go read Mexican Mobster Crack, I'll try to redeem myself by posting a psalm--hey, it is national poetry month, and they are poetry.
My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
why art thou so far from my cry
and from the words of my distress?
O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou dost not answer;
by night as well, but I find no rest.
Yet thou art the Holy One,
enthroned upon the praises of Israel.
Our forefathers put their trust in thee;
they trusted, and thou didst deliver them
They cried out to thee and were delivered;
they trusted in thee and were not put to shame.
But as for me, I am a worm and no man,
scorned by all and despised by the people.
All who see me laugh me to scorn;
they curl their lips and wag their heads, saying,
"He trusted in the Lord; let him deliver him;
let him rescue him, if he delights in him."
Yet thou art he who took me out of the womb,
and kept me safe upon my mother's breast.
I have been entrusted to thee ever since I was born;
thou art my God from my mother's womb.
Be not far from me, for trouble is near,
and there is none to help.
Many young bulls encircle me;
strong bulls of Bashan surround me.
They open wide their jaws at me,
like a ravening and a roaring lion.
I am poured out like water;
all my bones are out of joint;
my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my breast.
My mouth is dried out like a pot-sherd;
my tongue cleaves to my jaws;
and thou hast laid me in the dust of the grave.
Packs of dogs have compassed me,
the assembly of the wicked have encircled me;
they have pierced my hands and my feet;
I can count all my bones.
They stare and gloat over me;
they divide my garments among them;
they cast lots for my clothing.
Be not far from me, O Lord;
thou art my strength; hasten to help me.
Deliver my soul from the sword,
my life from the power of the dog.
Save me from the lion's mouth,
my wretched body from the horns of wild bulls.
I will declare thy Name unto my brethren;
in the midst of the congregation I will praise you.
Praise the Lord, all ye that fear him;
stand in awe of him, O offspring of Israel;
all ye of Jacob's line, give glory.