Please, God, no more yelling, no more trips to the woodshed.
Treat me nice for a change; I'm so starved for affection. Can't you see I'm black and blue,
and soul? God, how long will it take for you to let up?
Break in, God, and break up this fight; if you love me at all, get me out of here.
I'm no good to you dead, am I? I can't sing in your choir if I'm buried in some tomb!
I'm tired of all this - so tired. My bed has been floating forty days and nights On the flood of my tears. My mattress is soaked, soggy with tears.
The sockets of my eyes are black holes; nearly blind, I squint and grope.
Get out of here, you Devil's crew: at last God has heard my sobs.
My requests have all been granted, my prayers are answered.
Cowards, my enemies disappear. Disgraced, they turn tail and run.
Published by permission. Originally published by NavPress in English as THE MESSAGE: The Bible in Contemporary Language copyright 2002 by Eugene Peterson. All rights reserved. (The Message Bible Online)