Deliver Me From Mine Enemies Lyrics
When any man hath an issue out of his flesh
Because of that issue he is unclean
Every bed whereon he lieth is unclean
And everything whereon he sitteth, unclean
And whosoever toucheth his bed shall be unclean
And he that sitteth whereon he sat shall be unclean
And he that toucheth the flesh of the unclean becomes unclean
And he that be spat on by him unclean becomes unclean
And whosoever toucheth anything under him shall be unclean
And he that beareth any of those things shall be unclean
And what saddle soever he rideth upon is unclean
And the vessel of earth that he touches, unclean
And if any man's seed of copulation go out from him, he is unclean
Every garment, every skin whereon is the seed, unclean
And the woman with whom this man shall lie with will be unclean
And whosoever toucheth her will be unclean
This is the law of the plague
To teach when it is clean and when it is unclean
And the priest shall look upon the plague
For a rising and for a scab and for a bright spot
And the priest shall shut up he who hath the plague
He shall carry them forth to a place unclean
He shall separate them in their uncleaness
This is the law of the plague:
To teach when it is clean and when it is unclean
Excerpt from Psalm 22
Many bulls have compassed me;
Strong bulls of Bã'-shân have beset me round
They gape upon me with their mouths
As a ravening and roaring lion
But thou, O Lord, shall bring them down
Thou shalt bring them down into the pit of destruction
Greedy deceitful men shall be exposed as vermin
And their days as iniquity
Excerpt from Psalms 58 and 59
Deliver me from mine enemies, O my God:
Deliver me from the workers of iniquity, and
Save me from bloody men
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For lo, they lie and wait for my soul:
The mighty are gathered up against me;
Not for my transgressions, not for my sin, O Lord
They run and prepare themselves without my fault:
Awake to help me and behold
Swords are in their lips: for who, say they, doth hear?
But thou, O Lord, shall laugh at them. The God
Of my mercy shall let me see my desire upon mine enemies
And at evening let them return, and let them
Make a noise like a dog, and go round about
The city. Let them walk up and down for meat, and
Grudge if they be not satisfied
Break out the great teeth of the
Young lions, o lord and when he
Bendeth his bow to shoot his
Arrows, let them be cut in pieces!
Bring them down, O Lord, our shield
Text by Diamanda Galas
The Devil is an impotent man
He says it nice and plays himself off as the friend
He tries to make you uncertain
So your hands shake
And then he tells you you're insane
When you call him by his rightful name:
Impotent homophobe and coward!
So you will miss when you aim at this evil man
Who cannot get it up
Except
In the T. V. public operating room of another man's misfortune
