Psalms

¹ I'm determined to watch steps and tongue so they won't land me in trouble. I decided to hold my tongue as long as Wicked is in the room.

² But the longer I kept silence The worse it got—

³ My thoughts boiled over; I spilled my guts.

⁴ How long do I have to live? Give me the bad news!

⁵ my life is string too short to be saved.

⁶ Oh! we're all shadows in a campfire. Oh! we're just spit in the wind. We make our pile, and then we leave it.

⁷ Hoping, that's what I'm doing—hoping

⁸ save me from the contempt of dunces.

⁹ since you, Lord, are behind all this.

¹⁰ When you put us through the fire

¹¹ our dearest idols go up in smoke. Are we also nothing but smoke?

¹² cry—open your ears. Don't be callous; just look at these tears of mine. I'm a stranger here. I don't know my way— a migrant like my whole family.

¹³ before it's too late and I'm out of here."