I don’t recall them being snuck on me
I guess they were, one by one
The coats, I mean
Thick, drenched wool
Six of them
Full length with hoods
And bulky wooden buttons secure
No matter how I squirmed
I could not writhe free
“Come, skip with us,” I heard up high
Only compounded weariness
“Here, take my hand,” I heard above
I don’t recall being lowered inside
I guess it happened overnight
The pit, I mean
Dark and deep and dank
Too far down to see out
Too far down to remember up
Too far down to breath with
The two-hundred sixty pound creature
Still sound asleep
Across my chest
Why then have You brought me out of the womb?
Would that I had died and no eye had seen me!
19 ‘I should have been as though I had not been,
Carried from womb to tomb.’
When the righteous cry for help, the Lord hears and delivers them out of all their troubles. The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.
Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.
Answer me quickly, O Lord! My spirit fails! Hide not your face from me, lest I be like those who go down to the pit. Let me hear in the morning of your steadfast love, for in you I trust. Make me know the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul.
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
The Lord is a stronghold for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble.
But you, O Lord, are a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter of my head.
Sorrow is better than laughter, for by sadness of face the heart is made glad. The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning, but the heart of fools is in the house of mirth.
May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope.
2 Corinthians 1:4-6
Who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God. For as we share abundantly in Christ’s sufferings, so through Christ we share abundantly in comfort too. If we are afflicted, it is for your comfort and salvation; and if we are comforted, it is for your comfort, which you experience when you patiently endure the same sufferings that we suffer.
He drew me up from the pit of destruction, out of the miry bog, and set my feet upon a rock, making my steps secure.