Readings of great or naff poems

Psalm 51 reading. Psalm 51 is a poignant expression of repentance found in the Book of Psalms. Let’s delve into its background and meaning: Authorship and Context: King David, the greatest of Israel’s kings, penned this psalm. The context revolves around David’s grave sins, including adultery, deception, and murder in his relationship with Bathsheba. The incident is recorded in 2 Samuel, chapters 11–12. The Heartfelt Confession: Raw, humble, and honest, Psalm 51 serves as David’s plea for forgiveness and cleansing. It reflects his deep remorse and desire for renewal and restoration. The psalm begins with the words: “Have mercy on me, O God, according to your steadfast love; according to your abundant mercy blot out my transgressions” (Psalm 51:1, ESV) 1. Key Verses: Verse 2: “Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin!” Verse 10: “Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me.” Verse 17: “The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise.” Model of Repentance: Both Judaism and Christianity regard David’s confession as a model for repentance. The Midrash Tehillim states that anyone who acknowledges their sin, fears, and prays to God as David did will find forgiveness 2. In summary, Psalm 51 stands as a timeless testament to human frailty, divine mercy, and the transformative power of genuine repentance. It teaches us that even in our deepest failings, we can turn to God with a broken heart and seek His forgiveness and restoration.

Ann was a hero of mine. As would be her daughter. She died pleading the case of her daughter, brother and friends. She saved her daughter. Cruelly murdered on false pretexts, in her life, the legacy of Boleyn is a protestant England and a mighty empire. === By Anne Boleyn(?) O Death, O Death, rock me asleepe, Bring me to quiet rest; Let pass my weary guiltless ghost Out of my careful breast. Toll on, thou passing bell; Ring out my doleful knell; Thy sound my death abroad will tell, For I must die, There is no remedy. My pains, my pains, who can express? Alas, they are so strong! My dolours will not suffer strength My life for to prolong. Toll on, thou passing bell; Ring out my doleful knell; Thy sound my death abroad will tell, For I must die, There is no remedy. Alone, alone in prison strong I wail my destiny: Woe worth this cruel hap that I Must taste this misery! Toll on, thou passing bell; Ring out my doleful knell; Thy sound my death abroad will tell, For I must die, There is no remedy. Farewell, farewell, my pleasures past! Welcome, my present pain! I feel my torment so increase That life cannot remain. Cease now, thou passing bell, Ring out my doleful knoll, For thou my death dost tell: Lord, pity thou my soul! Death doth draw nigh, Sound dolefully: For now I die, I die, I die.