O Lord, rebuke me not in your anger, nor discipline me in your wrath. Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am languishing; heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled. My soul also is greatly troubled. But you, O Lord—how long?
Turn, O Lord, deliver my life; save for the sake of your steadfast love. For in death there is no remembrance of you; in Sheol who will give you praise?
I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping. My eye wastes away because of grief; it grows weak because of all my foes.
Depart from me, all you workers of evil, for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping. The Lord has heard my plea; the Lord accepts my prayer. All my enemies shall be ashamed and greatly troubled; they shall turn back and be put to shame in a moment.
What would You have me learn from this passage? This psalm comforts me. It helps me to know that You are hearing my prayers. And that those who are threatening to harm the least of these and even our disabled veterans now with their attacks on healthcare and through the Trump budget proposal WILL be punished. Those who support these actions are equally wrong. God, shield me. Shield the least of these. Intervene on the behalf of the least of these across this country. And punish those who do wish harm on the least of these severely.
In Jesus' Name,