Psalm 6

Take it easy, Yahweh.
I know you’re angry,
But I can’t handle much more.
Your frown is getting me down.
I need your kindness, Yahweh,
Because I’m falling apart.
I need your healing,
Because I ache to my very bones.
My soul groans under the crushing weight of it.
When will it end, Yahweh?
How much more of this must I endure?
I need to see your face again.
Turn toward me and help me.
Save me because you love me.

Cemeteries make lousy choirs.
Bones don’t sing your name, do they?
But I’m next to dead.
Everything I say comes out in groans.
I just can’t stop crying.
I soak my sheets with tears each night.
Bloodshot and blurry-faced,
My eyes can’t handle the sun anymore.
With all the people out to get me,
I’m glad my vision is failing.

Get away from me, you good for nothings!
You speak evil
But Yahweh listens to my weeping.
Yahweh heard my crying,
My begging for mercy.
My prayer got Yahweh’s attention.

The tables are about to be turned.
The ones trying to chase me down
Will get run over themselves.
Their shame will finally catch up
To them.
They’ll slink away
With their tails between their legs.