When you are sick and tired, pray this psalm to God, expressing honestly your deepest feelings.
Please, God, no more yelling,
no more trips to the woodshed.
Treat me nice for a change;
I'm so starved for affection.
. . .
I'm tired of all this -- so tired. My bed
has been floating forty 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.
Get out of here, you Devil's crew;
at last God has heard my sobs,
My requests have all been granted,
my prayers are answered.
Psalm 6, THE MESSAGE: The Bible in Contemporary Language. Copyright © 2002 by Eugene H. Peterson. Used with permission.
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