A Carolina Psalter. Tony Scully

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СКАЧАТЬ I am withered away:O God, heal me; for my bones are troubled.3 My soul also is sore troubled:And thou, O God, how long?4 Return, O God, deliver my soul:Save me for thy loving kindness’ sake.5 For in death there is no remembrance of thee:In Sheol who shall give thee thanks?6 I am weary with my groaning;Every night make I my bed to swim;I water my couch with my tears.7 Mine eye wasteth away because of grief;It waxeth old because of all mine adversaries.8 Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity;For God hath heard the voice of my weeping.9 God hath heard my supplication;God will receive my prayer.10 All mine enemies shall be put to shame and sore troubled:They shall turn back, they shall be put to shame suddenly.

      Lord, who am I talking to?

      I beg you

      Do not rebuke me in your anger

      I am the one rebuking me

      I tell you my bones are in agony

      You or someone else not you

      Tells me to see the

      Orthopedic surgeon

      Or maybe a neurologist

      Like a wife abused

      Beaten, raped, reviled

      I have given up waiting on your name

      Knowing it’s only a matter of time

      Before I too

      Am delivered to the flames

      My ashes scattered to the winds

      Have you given birth to my soul

      To let me drown in the dark of the world?

      Have you encouraged multiple creeds

      So believers can kill and maim

      In your name

      And drag me into madness

      Imprinting on my newborn soul

      Tribe as Higher Power?

      My analyst takes notes

      For the revelation

      That I am acting out

      With anger

      And resentment

      And fury

      For being alive

      Apparently

      I no longer wait on a Messiah

      Only for the Garden of Eden to return

      At least in my imagination

      Dancing girls

      With incredible legs

      And breasts that bounce

      To intoxicate me

      And mesmerize me

      And love me

      More than you

      Or do I want to be worshipped too?

      Psalm Seven

      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

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