A psalm written by David in which he asks to be remembered.
- Lord, I could not blame you for being frustrated with me, or even for having a rant, but please don’t.
- Your words have hurt me deeply and your feedback has been bruising.
- My body is weak because you have made your feelings clear, but it is my wrongdoings that have broken me.
- My sense of shame engulfs me – I feel crushed by the weight of it.
- I am scarred and bruised by my own senseless actions.
- My head hangs with the pangs of disgrace and I cannot escape the tormenting regrets.
- Condemnation is eating me up from the inside and my strength has gone.
- I can no longer hold myself together – I am devastated. My heart is breaking, and I groan with the pain.
- Boss, you know my hopes and where they are placed. You can distinguish my softly spoken pleas.
- My heart throbs in fear, and I can no longer hold myself up or see what is in front of me.
- I have been deserted by those who are dear to me – they fear contamination. Those who love me the most, keep their distance.
- My rivals are determined to put an end to my threat. They plot to destroy all that I have built up. My defeat has become their obsession.
- I turn a deaf ear to their menace and refuse to be drawn into their wrangling.
- I make up my mind to shut my ears and to keep my mouth closed.
- My focus is on being patient as I trust you to act, Lord. I need you to give me your solution, my Boss, my Creator.
- I pleaded with you, “Don’t let my rivals revel in my collapse or celebrate my overthrow.”
- My agony is continual, and I am close to keeling over.
- I accept full responsibility for all my misdeeds – I am ashamed of all that I have done.
- I have many abusive rivals who loathe me without justification.
- Whenever I am kind-hearted, they retaliate with cruelty and challenge me for being sympathetic.
- Do not desert me, my Lord. Draw close, my Creator and be my guardian.
- Boss, please come and rescue me.
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