Psalm for contractors

[Chico]

Psalm 22

For the director of music. To the tune of "The Doe of the Morning." A psalm of David.

1 My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
Why are you so far from saving me,
so far from the words of my groaning?
2 O my God, I cry out by day, but you do not answer,
by night, and am not silent.

3 Yet you are enthroned as the Holy One;
you are the praise of Israel.

4 In you our fathers put their trust;
they trusted and you delivered them.

5 They cried to you and were saved;
in you they trusted and were not disappointed.

6 But I am a worm and not a man,
scorned by men and despised by the people.

7 All who see me mock me;
they hurl insults, shaking their heads:

8 "He trusts in the LORD;
let the LORD rescue him.
Let him deliver him,
since he delights in him."

9 Yet you brought me out of the womb;
you made me trust in you
even at my mother's breast.

10 From birth I was cast upon you;
from my mother's womb you have been my God.

11 Do not be far from me,
for trouble is near
and there is no one to help.

12 Many bulls surround me;
strong bulls of Bashan encircle me.

13 Roaring lions tearing their prey
open their mouths wide against me.

14 I am poured out like water,
and all my bones are out of joint.
My heart has turned to wax;
it has melted away within me.

15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd,
and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth;
you lay me in the dust of death.

16 Dogs have surrounded me;
a band of evil men has encircled me,
they have pierced my hands and my feet.

17 I can count all my bones;
people stare and gloat over me.

18 They divide my garments among them
and cast lots for my clothing.

19 But you, O LORD, be not far off;
O my Strength, come quickly to help me.

20 Deliver my life from the sword,
my precious life from the power of the dogs.

21 Rescue me from the mouth of the lions;
save me from the horns of the wild oxen.

22 I will declare your name to my brothers;
in the congregation I will praise you.

23 You who fear the LORD, praise him!
All you descendants of Jacob, honor him!
Revere him, all you descendants of Israel!

24 For he has not despised or disdained
the suffering of the afflicted one;
he has not hidden his face from him
but has listened to his cry for help.

25 From you comes the theme of my praise in the great assembly;
before those who fear you [e] will I fulfill my vows.

26 The poor will eat and be satisfied;
they who seek the LORD will praise him—
may your hearts live forever!

27 All the ends of the earth
will remember and turn to the LORD,
and all the families of the nations
will bow down before him,

28 for dominion belongs to the LORD
and he rules over the nations.

29 All the rich of the earth will feast and worship;
all who go down to the dust will kneel before him—
those who cannot keep themselves alive.

30 Posterity will serve him;
future generations will be told about the Lord.

31 They will proclaim his righteousness
to a people yet unborn—
for he has done it.

Footnotes:

[wc2]

feck off !!

[DimPrawn]

My thoughts exactly.

[Fungus]

feck off !!

Agreed.

[Chico]

feck off !!

Is that aimed at satan?

[AlfredJPruffock]

1 In the beginning Man created God; and in the image of Man, created he him.

2 - And Man gave unto God a multitude of names, that he might be Lord of all the earth when it was suited to Man

3 - And on the seven millionth day Man rested and did lean heavily on his God and saw that it was good.

4 - And Man formed Aqualung of the dust of the ground, and a host of others likened unto his kind.

5 - And these lesser men were cast into the void; And some were burned, and some were put apart from their kind.

6 - And Man became the God that he had created and with his miracles did rule over all the earth.

7 - But as all these things came to pass, the Spirit that did cause man to create his God lived on within all men: even within Aqualung.

8 - And man saw it not.


9 - But for Christ's sake he'd better start looking.

[AlfredJPruffock]

Hymn 43

Hymn 43

Oh Father High in Heaven

Smile down upon your son
whose busy with his
Money games
His women and his guns.

And the unsung Western Hero killed an Iraqi or three
and made his name in Hollywood
to set the white man free.

If Jesus saves, well he'd better save himself
from the gory glory seekers who use his name in death.


I saw him in the city and on the mountains of the moon
his cross was rather bloody

He could hardly roll his stone.

Jesus save me

[AlfredJPruffock]

Wind Up


When I was young
They packed me off to school
and taught me how not to play the game.

I didn't mind if they groomed me for success
Or if they said that I was a fool.

So I left there in the morning with their God tucked underneath my arm
their half-asses smiles and the book of rules.

So I asked this God a question and by way of firm reply,

He said I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares);
before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers

I don't believe you: you got the whole damn thing all wrong
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.

Well you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday school
and have all the bishops harmonize these lines

how do you dare tell me that I'm my fathers son
when that was just an accident of Birth.

I'd rather look around me compose a better song
'cos that's the honest measure of my worth.

In your pomp and all your glory
you're a poorer man than me

As you lick the boots of death born out of fear.

I don't believe you:
you had the whole damn thing all wrong --

He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.


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[Bitbucket]

Chico that Psalm dosent look very IR35 friendly , are you sure its for contractors?

[Bagpuss]

Sticks and stones may break my bones but I'm Jesus.

Or

Stan : "Why would God let Kenny die, Chef? Why? Kenny's my friend. Why can't God take someone else's friend?"

Chef : "Stan, sometimes God takes those closest to us, because it makes him feel better about himself. He is a very vengeful God, Stan. He's all pissed off about something we did thousands of years ago. He just can't get over it, so he doesn't care who he takes. Children, puppies, it don't matter to him, so long as it makes us sad. Do you understand?"

Stan : "But then, why does God give us anything to start with?"

Chef : "Well, look at it this way: if you want to make a baby cry, first you give it a lollipop. Then you take it away. If you never give it a lollipop to begin with, then you would have nothin' to cry about. That's like God, who gives us life and love and help just so that he can tear it all away and make us cry, so he can drink the sweet milk of our tears. You see, it's our tears, Stan, that give God his great power."

Stan : "I think I understand."