A David Psalm 31 1I run to you, God; I run for dear life. Don’t let me down! Take me seriously this time! 2Get down on my level and listen, and please—no procrastination! Your granite cave a hiding place, your high cliff aerie a place of safety. 3You’re my cave to hide in, my cliff to climb. Be my safe leader, be my true mountain guide. 4Free me from hidden traps; I want to hide in you. 5I’ve put my life in your hands. You won’t drop me, you’ll never let me down. 6I hate all this silly religion, but you, God, I trust. 7I’m leaping and singing in the circle of your love; you saw my pain, you disarmed my tormentors, 8You didn’t leave me in their clutches but gave me room to breathe. 9Be kind to me, God— I’m in deep, deep trouble again. I’ve cried my eyes out; I feel hollow inside. 10My life leaks away, groan by groan; my years fade out in sighs. My troubles have worn me out, turned my bones to powder. 11To my enemies I’m a monster; I’m ridiculed by the neighbors. My friends are horrified; they cross the street to avoid me. 12They want to blot me from memory, forget me like a corpse in a grave, discard me like a broken dish in the trash. 13The street–talk gossip has me “criminally insane”! Behind locked doors they plot how to ruin me for good. 14Desperate, I throw myself on you: you are my God! 15Hour by hour I place my days in your hand, safe from the hands out to get me. 16Warm me, your servant, with a smile; save me because you love me. 17Don’t embarrass me by not showing up; I’ve given you plenty of notice. Embarrass the wicked, stand them up, leave them stupidly shaking their heads as they drift down to hell. 18Gag those loudmouthed liars who heckle me, your follower, with jeers and catcalls. 19What a stack of blessing you have piled up for those who worship you, Ready and waiting for all who run to you to escape an unkind world. 20You hide them safely away from the opposition. As you slam the door on those oily, mocking faces, you silence the poisonous gossip. 21Blessed God! His love is the wonder of the world. 22Trapped by a siege, I panicked. “Out of sight, out of mind,” I said. But you heard me say it, you heard and listened. 23Love God, all you saints; God takes care of all who stay close to him, But he pays back in full those arrogant enough to go it alone. 24Be brave. Be strong. Don’t give up. Expect God to get here soon.
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