Archive, first draft from 2011-07-19
My God, My God, please hear my plea.
Oh, why have You forsaken me?
You are so far from saving me,
And from my words of misery.
Oh God, My God, I cry by day,
but not one word I've heard You say.
By night I pray but have no rest,
No comfort comes, no welcome guest.
But You are true, and praised by all.
They trusted You and did not fall.
They cried to You and were set free.
They hoped in You and did not flee.
A crimson worm, I'm not a man;
But scorned by men, despised by them.
They sneer at me, stick out their tongue;
They wag their head and call me dung.
Commit to God! Go on! Be brave!
Let's see if God will really save.
Since God has said, "This is My Son,"
Come! Prove to us that you're the one.
Yet You are He who brought me forth;
Who made me trust in You from birth.
Stay close to me as trouble comes,
For no one else can lead me home.
The bulls surround, encircle me.
They open wide their mouth at me.
As lions tear and roar for prey,
They rave and roar at me, today.
Like water, I am poured to ground,
And all my bones are stretched, unbound.
My heart is wax in melting flame;
My strength, dried out in shrinking shame.
My tongue, a piece of broken pot,
In sticking to my jaw, feels hot.
I'm placed within the dust of death,
In ashes where ther is no breath.
For dogs surround me everywhere,
And evil men who do not care
pull rope around my throat,complete,
to pierce my hands, and then my feet.
My ribs, like tally marks, are seen.
They stare and gape at me, unclean.
My clothes are shared among them all,
And on my cloak, the dice, they roll.
[continued 2012-02-27 (with different meter)]
But You, O Lord, my help, be near; come quickly to my aid.
Release my soul from looming death; my life from sword's bright blade.
Come take me from the lion's mouth; and save my life from dogs.
Hold closely my afflicted soul, when gored by savage ox.
And I will tell your name to friends, and sing your praise with all.
Let all who fear the Lord give praise, and we shall stand in awe.
For He has not despised His one, afflicted unto death;
But He has seen, and He has heard, and given him life's breath.
Showing posts with label Psalms 22. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Psalms 22. Show all posts
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Sunday, July 17, 2011
2011-07-17 Psalms 22, prophecy
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
So I said to myself, "How hard could it be to write lyrics for a song based on Psalm 22?"
But different versions translated the words differently, and the rhythm was not consistent. I needed to go back and look at the words in the raw; to look at the meaning of each word in the Hebrew in order to know what possible words would be best to use. So I opened up an interlinear Hebrew-English translation, and began to look at the definitions of the words.
In a crudely literal translation from the Hebrew, it says:
6-8
I, the crimson grub, not man;
a disgrace of a man, despised by the people.
All that see me, mock me and laugh.
they stick out their tongue, and shake their head.
He trusted the LORD would deliver him;
Let's see him escape if He's so pleased with him.
14-18
like water or piss, gushed out.
All bones, stretched apart.
Heart is wax; melted to liquid, in center of belly.
Strength, shriveled in shame.
A piece of pottery, tongue, sticks to jaws.
To the dust and ashes of death, I am reduced.
Hands, feet, pierced.
Like tally marks, all my bones.
They look and stare at me.
They divide my clothes between them,
And onto my cloak, throw down the dice.
And all I could think was TMI — Too Much Information.
Jesus, having been flogged by the Romans, would have been covered in blood — the crimson grub.
They stuck out their tongue and blew raspberries at him.
Hanging on a cross in the hot sun for six hours to several days, excretions, like peeing, would happen; sunburn and dehydration would happen. Crucifixion was not just a death by torture, it was a method of humiliation.
Think about it. David wrote this over 1,000 years before Jesus died, maybe 900 years before the Romans "invented" crucifixion as their preferred method of execution. I think it is only by the inspiration of God that David could write these specific details about crucifixion: piercing the hands and feet, the water settling around the heart, the bones stretched apart, the sunburn showing the ribs like tally marks, the dehydration causing the tongue to stick to the mouth. And only by the inspiration of God could he have included details about Jesus's specific crucifixion: The Romans scourged him, The crowd mocked him and said "He trusted in God, Let God deliver him," they divided his clothes and threw dice on his cloak. This is not what you would call an abstract, or vague, prophecy. This is almost as specific as God calling Cyrus by name in the book of Isaiah, 400 years before Cyrus was born.
So I said to myself, "How hard could it be to write lyrics for a song based on Psalm 22?"
But different versions translated the words differently, and the rhythm was not consistent. I needed to go back and look at the words in the raw; to look at the meaning of each word in the Hebrew in order to know what possible words would be best to use. So I opened up an interlinear Hebrew-English translation, and began to look at the definitions of the words.
In a crudely literal translation from the Hebrew, it says:
6-8
I, the crimson grub, not man;
a disgrace of a man, despised by the people.
All that see me, mock me and laugh.
they stick out their tongue, and shake their head.
He trusted the LORD would deliver him;
Let's see him escape if He's so pleased with him.
14-18
like water or piss, gushed out.
All bones, stretched apart.
Heart is wax; melted to liquid, in center of belly.
Strength, shriveled in shame.
A piece of pottery, tongue, sticks to jaws.
To the dust and ashes of death, I am reduced.
Hands, feet, pierced.
Like tally marks, all my bones.
They look and stare at me.
They divide my clothes between them,
And onto my cloak, throw down the dice.
And all I could think was TMI — Too Much Information.
Jesus, having been flogged by the Romans, would have been covered in blood — the crimson grub.
They stuck out their tongue and blew raspberries at him.
Hanging on a cross in the hot sun for six hours to several days, excretions, like peeing, would happen; sunburn and dehydration would happen. Crucifixion was not just a death by torture, it was a method of humiliation.
Think about it. David wrote this over 1,000 years before Jesus died, maybe 900 years before the Romans "invented" crucifixion as their preferred method of execution. I think it is only by the inspiration of God that David could write these specific details about crucifixion: piercing the hands and feet, the water settling around the heart, the bones stretched apart, the sunburn showing the ribs like tally marks, the dehydration causing the tongue to stick to the mouth. And only by the inspiration of God could he have included details about Jesus's specific crucifixion: The Romans scourged him, The crowd mocked him and said "He trusted in God, Let God deliver him," they divided his clothes and threw dice on his cloak. This is not what you would call an abstract, or vague, prophecy. This is almost as specific as God calling Cyrus by name in the book of Isaiah, 400 years before Cyrus was born.
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