I talk honestly and openly about my experiences with mental illness, fibromyalgia, and chronic fatigue syndrome through the lens of feminism, fat acceptance and process theology. I also do recipe and book reviews. My mission is to spread the message that hope is always real for a better life, despite living in a world that is often very harsh.

Friday, May 22, 2009

Psalm 3

Godde, now mine enemies increase their torment!
Many fight me,
Many degrade me.
They announce,
"God will not come to your aid!"

But You, O Godde, are my shield.
You fill me with glory's energy.
You are the one who lifts up my head.
My own voice cries out to You
And You heard me, even while being far away in Zion.

In misery I slept;
I awoke refreshed for
You gave me the miracle that is Your Love.
I will not be afraid of any nation
Who has tried to break me.

Arise, O Godde,
Save me, O my Strength!
For You have made the un-cowered, cower.
You have set the ignorant to silence.

Salvation is in my Godde-
Her blessing is upon me
And upon all her children.
What do you guys think of my rendition of the third psalm? Comments? Questions? Suggestions? If you want to compare my version with the original, you can find the original here: http://ebible.org/bible/Psalms.htm

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