Lamentations begins as such a, well, lament. Chapter 1:1-6 is just desolate. But it is the second section, from chapter 3, that has been rattling around in my head. “The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases. His mercies never come to an end. They are new every morning.” That’s not a bad thing to have rattling around.
Then there’s II Timothy. Here the translation is different, but the song is still recognizable. “For I know whom I have believed and am persuaded that he is able to keep that which I’ve committed unto him against that day.”
And then there’s the Psalm. “By the waters of Babylon…” I cannot read that Psalm without thinking of the Stephen Vincent Benet short story.
Here’s my perversity, though. You know how people put lovely Scripture verses as their status updates on Facebook. For some reason, that just kind of annoys me. I have thought this week of putting the verse from Lamentations as my status, but just on principle, I won’t. Then I keep thinking I’ll put up the last verse of the Psalm, without explanation, just as if it were some lovely, inspiring scripture verse I want everyone to think about. From Psalm 137: “Happy shall he be who takes your little ones, and dashes them against the rocks!” I might do it, except people might not get that I wasn’t being serious and they might worry about me. Or it might just truly bother someone. But really, it’s in there, too.