Psalm 140, 142
“Deliver me, O LORD, from evildoers;
protect me from the violent,
Who devise evil in their hearts
and stir up strife all day long.” Psalm 140
Protect me from them
Protect them from me
Take away the vat of violence
A stew with chunks of anger
and herbs of hatred.
Give us the bread of you presence
to cool the burning tongue.
“I look to my right hand and find no one who knows me;*
I have no place to flee to, and no one cares for me.
I cry out to you, O LORD;*
I say, ‘You are my refuge,
my portion in the land of the living.'” Psalm 142
Surrounded by life
As a child lost in a crowd.