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Psalm for Another Dark Day

Thanks to everyone who offered words of encouragement and comfort regarding yesterday's funeral. It went as well as a funeral reasonably can do. Today I offer another reblogged responsive Psalm... This time Psalm 13... It is a classic lament, but I'm posting it, not because I'm down in the dumps (far from it), but because it is one of the Psalms set in the Revised Common Lectionary this weekend, and a couple of people recently bemoaned the fact that I hadn't been posting my Psalms for Sunday for some time. I'm not actually preaching this coming Sunday, but I posted this last year on "Health Care Sunday" and thought it was worth another outing:

How long, O Lord?
How long?
Have you forgotten me for ever?
How long will you turn your face in another direction?
How long must I wrestle with my thoughts and fears through the night
and each day walk around with sorrow lying like a lump of lead in my heart?
How long will my enemies look down their noses at me?
Look at me and give me an answer, O Lord my God.
Restore light to my eyes,
or I will gladly sink into the long sleep of death;
Then my enemy will say, "I have got the better of him at last,"
and my opponents will dance with joy at my defeat.
But I entrust myself to your unfailing love;
My heart dances with joy at the thought of your salvation.
I will sing to the Lord,
for he has been
and will be
good to me.
Psalm 13

Selah

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