I open the Internet, then the Bible and then the Book of Psalms, as I’ve done for a while now, and never regretted; except today. Because I read:
Hear me, Lord, my plea is just (and I remember when mine wasn’t)
listen to my cry, hear my prayer—
it does not rise from deceitful lips (mine does)
Let my vindication come from you; (when it came I rejected it, and used my own, a vain one)
may your eyes see what is right. (which I fear like Hell)
Though you probe my heart, (I run)
though you examine me at night and test me, (I lose breath)
you will find that I have planned no evil; (not much else but, for ages)
my mouth has not transgressed. (it has, ultimately)
Though people tried to bribe me, (and succeeded)
I have kept myself from the ways of the violent (my ways)
through what your lips have commanded. (I showed you the finger)
My steps have held to your paths; (I stumble)
my feet have not stumbled. (I fall)
I drop the Psalm and crawl for cover to another one, which – somehow - calms me down.
