Psalms

The constant switching between praising God and trembling in fear of him in these occasionally beautiful poems reminded me of the wife in an abusive relationship abasing herself in front of her husband in a futile effort to avoid the next beating. Also, the tiresome moaning about enemies recall those hip-hop diatribes about “haters”. This is typical;

67:7 God shall bless us; and all the ends of the earth shall fear him

Then there’s this zinger, whoah!;

137:9 Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the stones