Psalm 55
1 Listen to my prayer, O God, do not ignore my plea;
2 hear me and answer me. My thoughts trouble me and I am distraught
3 because of what my enemy is saying, because of the threats of the wicked; for they bring down suffering on me and assail me in their anger.
4 My heart is in anguish within me; the terrors of death have fallen on me.
5 Fear and trembling have beset me; horror has overwhelmed me.
6 I said, “Oh, that I had the wings of a dove! I would fly away and be at rest.
Not idiosyncratic (& pleasingly unCatholic!) street name at lower right. Go to that intersection on Google Street View, click around a few blocks, and you’ll get a faint idea of the strong social & economic gradient in that part of Bogotá — selling cellphone time by the minute (200 pesos) is still a viable business model, it seems.
Pigeons are insane. They can fly 500 miles in 10 hours. Smarter than finches, maybe not as smart as crows. I once watched one playing frisbee with a penny on the beach.
I almost feel bad about Bibling it up. I thought it was appropriate to dolorous mood Chris has brought back with the news of the peace referendum.
9 Lord, confuse the wicked, confound their words, for I see violence and strife in the city.
10 Day and night they prowl about on its walls; malice and abuse are within it.
11 Destructive forces are at work in the city; threats and lies never leave its streets.
12 If an enemy were insulting me, I could endure it;
if a foe were rising against me,I could hide.
13 But it is you, a man like myself, my companion, my close friend,
14 with whom I once enjoyed sweet fellowship, at the house of God,
as we walked about among the worshipers.
…
20 My companion attacks his friends; he violates his covenant.
21 His talk is smooth as butter, yet war is in his heart;
his words are more soothing than oil, yet they are drawn swords.
read the whole thing, etc.
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Placeholder 10.16.16 at 5:57 pm
Psalm 55
1 Listen to my prayer, O God, do not ignore my plea;
2 hear me and answer me. My thoughts trouble me and I am distraught
3 because of what my enemy is saying, because of the threats of the wicked; for they bring down suffering on me and assail me in their anger.
4 My heart is in anguish within me; the terrors of death have fallen on me.
5 Fear and trembling have beset me; horror has overwhelmed me.
6 I said, “Oh, that I had the wings of a dove! I would fly away and be at rest.
Plucky Underdog 10.17.16 at 12:03 am
Not idiosyncratic (& pleasingly unCatholic!) street name at lower right. Go to that intersection on Google Street View, click around a few blocks, and you’ll get a faint idea of the strong social & economic gradient in that part of Bogotá — selling cellphone time by the minute (200 pesos) is still a viable business model, it seems.
bad Jim 10.17.16 at 4:16 am
Pigeons are insane. They can fly 500 miles in 10 hours. Smarter than finches, maybe not as smart as crows. I once watched one playing frisbee with a penny on the beach.
Andrew c 10.17.16 at 12:03 pm
I often read, almost never comment, but have to login to say that your photography is really damn good. You should be well proud.
rea 10.17.16 at 2:21 pm
Calle del divorcio?
Placeholder 10.17.16 at 4:44 pm
I almost feel bad about Bibling it up. I thought it was appropriate to dolorous mood Chris has brought back with the news of the peace referendum.
9 Lord, confuse the wicked, confound their words, for I see violence and strife in the city.
10 Day and night they prowl about on its walls; malice and abuse are within it.
11 Destructive forces are at work in the city; threats and lies never leave its streets.
12 If an enemy were insulting me, I could endure it;
if a foe were rising against me,I could hide.
13 But it is you, a man like myself, my companion, my close friend,
14 with whom I once enjoyed sweet fellowship, at the house of God,
as we walked about among the worshipers.
…
20 My companion attacks his friends; he violates his covenant.
21 His talk is smooth as butter, yet war is in his heart;
his words are more soothing than oil, yet they are drawn swords.
read the whole thing, etc.
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