1Yo God, don’t come at me with that anger, chill with the heat, fam.

2Have mercy on me, God; I’m down bad: heal me, my bones are stressing.

3My soul’s feeling mad heavy: but fr, how long, God?

4Come back, God, save my soul: do it for the sake of your vibes.

5In death, no one’s out here remembering you: in the grave, who’s giving you props?

6I’m tired of all this groaning; my bed’s basically a pool at night; I’m soaking my couch with tears.

7My eyes are done because of the feels; they’re aging fast from all my haters.

8Bounce from me, all you shady peeps; God heard my cries, no cap.

9God heard my prayers; He’s got my back on this one.

10Let all my enemies feel that shame and struggle: let them come back and feel it hard.

1O Lord, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.

2Have mercy upon me, O Lord; for I am weak: O Lord, heal me; for my bones are vexed.

3My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O Lord, how long?

4Return, O Lord, deliver my soul: oh save me for thy mercies’ sake.

5For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in the grave who shall give thee thanks?

6I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.

7Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.

8Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity; for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.

9The Lord hath heard my supplication; the Lord will receive my prayer.

10Let all mine enemies be ashamed and sore vexed: let them return and be ashamed suddenly.