Psalm 6

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I so admire David's honesty.

This may sound a little extreme, but I value honesty,

and honestly, I feel this way tonight.

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Psalm 6

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Please, God, no more yelling,

no more trips to the woodshed.

Treat me nice for a change;

I'm so starved for affection.

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Can't you see I'm black and blue,

beat up badly in bones and soul?

God, how long with it take

for you to let up?

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Break in, God, and break up this fight;

if you love me at all, get me out of here.

I'm no good to you dead, am I?

I can't sing in your choir if I'm buried in some tomb!

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I'm tired of all this - so tired.

My bed has been floating for 40 days and nights

on the flood of my tears.

My mattress is soaked, soggy with tears.

The sockets of my eyes are black holes;

nearly blind, I squint and grope.

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Get out of here, you Devil's crew:

at last God has heard my sobs.

My requests have all been granted,

my prayers answered.

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Cowards, my enemies disappear.

Disgraced, they turn tail and run.

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