My enemies surround me as I lie in bed;
In the night they scour in legions.
Scuttering they scutter forth;
Scurrying they scurry.
Their deeds they plan in the secret parts;
Their messengers spy out our dwelling places.
They loath the light.
Let their thievery steal away their nest,
And the food which they plunder: poison!
Their backs shall lie where their feet tread,
and their bellies under their folded arms.
O Lord, cast them out from our inhabitation,
And remove all their uncleanness.
For you are a God who abhors filthiness.
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Passing Thoughts
In case you're wondering, my prayers have been answered. All the cockroaches have died, and the rats have joined them in Sheol.
Posted by: Eric Pyle | August 20, 2005 7:48 PM