rescue me from the wicked by your sword.
O LORD, by your hand save me from such men,
from men of this world whose reward is in this life.
You still the hunger of those you cherish;
their sons have plenty,
and they store up wealth for their children.
OK, this sounds like: rescue me God from evil people who only care about earthly things. You satisfy Your children and make sure that even their children are taken care of.
Arise, O LORD!
Stand against them and bring them to their knees!
Rescue me from the wicked with your sword!
Save me by your mighty hand, O LORD,
from those whose only concern is earthly gain.
May they have their punishment in full.
May their children inherit more of the same,
and may the judgment continue to their children's children.
I know it isn't entirely important, but I like to figure things like this out, so what are your thoughts?
By the way, if I am just nuts, I do have a good reason for it...while playing with Roscoe on the stairs the other day (I know you shouldn't play on stairs, but it is so much fun for kittens and I usually stay seated at the bottom.) I bent down to throw one of his furry mice and I heard a nasty sound. I pondered it for a moment and then as I noticed that my forehead was resting on the piece of wall that juts out to the side of the stairs it dawned on me that the sickening sound was my forehead smacking against that piece of wall. My first thought: Oh God, please don't let me die from being clumsy while playing with a kitten. It is so unromantic and stupid. Then I revised it to please let me not have a concussion or brain damage from being clumsy while playing with a kitten. It is equally unromantic and stupid and I will then have to explain it to people. At this time, I thought that it best to remove my head from the wall. I tested my walking ability, I tested my brain functions, I looked in the mirror and concluded that I would live, and I was right. I am bruised, but you can't even see it. Merry Christmas.