Psalm 109: CIX Deus laudem The water of my life may turn to wine, This psalmist turns it into vinegar, Such is his bitterness, and his design To wish the worst upon his foe, to bear Down on him with vengeance and to see His children suffer too. No pity here, Only the anger of an injury Unhealed, and an injustice unforgiven. ‘My heart’, he cries, ‘is wounded deep within me I go hence like a shadow, I am driven Away’. And so he cries aloud ‘Oh save me’! And my heart too is wounded, broken, riven I also ask, O Lord, that you should save me: Save me from bitterness and heal my heart That even for
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