You know where I am, God! Remember what I’m doing here!Take my side against my detractors.Don’t stand back while they ruin me.Just look at the abuse I’m taking!When your words showed up, I ate them—swallowed them whole. What a feast!What delight I took in being yours,O God, God-of-the-Angel-Armies!I never joined the party crowdin their laughter and their fun.Led by you, I went off by myself.You’d filled me with indignation. Their sin had me seething.But why, why this chronic pain,this ever worsening wound and no healing in sight?You’re nothing, God, but a mirage,a lovely oasis in the distance—and then nothing!