Habakkuk 3: Habakkuk sings his version of Lionel Ritchie’s “You are the sun”

Yahweh, you’ll find

there’s only one love,

yours ‘n’ mankind.

You’ve got so much love.

We’re needing you so,

your love for us,

you’ll never let go.

You’ve got so much love.

All I want is to praise you.

Let me show you how much I worship you, God.

I don’t mind, I don’t mind (worshiping you).

God, I love you.

Nothing’s above you.

You made the sun.

You made the rain.

You made my life and this foolish game.

You always know

I love you so,

even if you smite us again and again.



The end! More prophesying about the end of Judah in Zephaniah next time!







Ezekiel 31: Lament for Pharaoh

Later in the eleventh year of exile, God told me to sing this lament for Pharaoh:

Mr. Big Stuff

Who do you think you are?

Mr. Big Stuff

You’re never gonna get God’s love.

Now because you wear that false beard, oh yeah,

And have a big chariot, Oh yes you do now.

Do you think God will still give you Its love?

You think you’re higher than every star above, oh yeah.  Continue reading “Ezekiel 31: Lament for Pharaoh”

Ezekiel 19: A-weema-weh

God inspired me to write this lamentation about the gradual destruction of the Judean royal family:

In the Negeb, the mighty Negeb,

a lion suckles cubs.

In the Negeb, the blessed Negeb,

a lion suckles cubs.

A-weema-weh, A-weema-weh, A-weema-weh, A-weema-weh

A-weema-weh, A-weema-weh, A-weema-weh, A-weema-weh

A-weema-weh, A-weema-weh, A-weema-weh, A-weema-weh

A-weema-weh, A-weema-weh, A-weema-weh, A-weema-weh Continue reading “Ezekiel 19: A-weema-weh”

Lamentations 5

Forgive us, Lord,

Our sins and crimes.

Righteous has been your wrath.

Give us back hope;

Invest your love in us again.

Vainglorious has been our pride;

Extreme has been our punishment.


That wraps up the poetic laments. Next, we’ll start Ezekiel, the tales of another prophet/mentally ill person who preached doom, gloom, and destruction. 

Lamentations 4

Desolation haunts the streets;

Even the wealthy hunger.

Starvation’s haggard visage peeks from every window.

Old people lay in streets dying, children beg;

Ladies cook their babies and feast,

Aspiring to live one more day.

Tragedy consumes the city.

In the palace, the princes weep.

Only God can end the suffering

Nebuchadnezzar causes at Its whim.

Lamentations 3

Punishment is our lot.

Under God’s rod, we writhe.

Never has a people been so afflicted.

In our hearts, gall is poured.

Sinners all, we deserve death.

Help is forever beyond our reach.

Mortals couldn’t suffer more.

Execrations fill the air.

Nations turn from us in horror.

Turn your wrath from us, God!

Lamentations 1

Look at Jerusalem!

All burned and deserted.

Many used here to dwell but

Exile has swallowed them up.

Now her walls and buildings have crumbled.

Total destruction has befallen her.


All five of the verses of this book are acrostics of the Hebrew alphabet, so I am going to write acrostics based on key words. 

Isaiah 26: We built this city

Isaiah told everyone that in the day that God restored the Jews to power, after their long punishment, then everyone should sing this song:

We built this city,  built this city on faith in God.

We built this city, built this city on faith in God.

Let the righteous still worship the Lord’s face.

Trample the sinners, drive them from this place,

Knee deep in iniquity, sinking in the fight.

We got faith they will crumble before God’s might.

Sinners tremble in fear. Listen to the prophets, oh.

We built this city, built this city, on faith in God.

Ecclesiastes 3: Musical interlude

Why do poor people seem so content to work hard and struggle, Solomon mused. I guess God made them happy just being. Like animals are. Maybe God made life so bleak so we humans would fear It. I mean, everywhere you look, there is evil and sin–And really, are we any better off than animals? We live, eat, fuck, and die just like they do. Life is pretty meaningless. I wish I could be like those stupid poor people who enjoy working and want nothing else.

Then he listened to the Byrds.