Psalm 91: Whoever Bathes in the Light of the Most High

Emily Spears

 

Strong Translation with Analysis

Psalm 91

1Whoever bathes in the light of the Most High
 will sleep in the warm bed of the Almighty
.

           
I will say of the Lord, “He is my father’s large legs I hide behind,
          my warm embrace in whom I trust.”

Surely he will shove away
    the open mouths of the starving cannibals
    and the knives of those who want to salt and devour your flesh
.

He will throw his body on top of you,
    and under his weight you will be untouched
;
    his faithfulness will be your first and last defense between you and the entire world.

You will not distress at the blank alien eyes in your window,
    nor the pale, bearded men that stalk you during the day,
6 nor the voices that whisper all night in your ears as you sleep,
    nor the beady eyes that peer through the vents as you shower
.
A thousand may fall at your side,
    ten thousand at your right hand,
    but none of them will come near you.

You will only observe with your eyes
    and see the torture of those who trap you in living nightmares,
    and make a game out of your horror.

9 If you say, “The Lord is my bodyguard,”
    and you make the Most High your camouflage,

10 
no demon will make your eyes roll and your head spin around,
    no cold stranger will stand over you and leave scratches on your body as you sleep.

11 For he will command his angels concerning you
    to knock the scissors from the hands of those who want to sell your skin,
12 they will burn the eyes living inside your walls,
    so that nothing will implant you with their control devices.
13 You will tread on those manipulate your body like a machine,
     those who force you to dismantle your own body,
    you will smush the army of roaches marching over your pillow
      and strangle the swarm of birds who come to pluck out the eyes of your children.

14 “Because he loves me,” says the Lord, “I will make sure he is alone;
    I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.
15 He will call on me, and I will answer him;
    I will be with him in trouble,
    I will deliver him from those who want to bury him alive and instead honor him.
16 With long life I will satisfy him
    and show him my salvation.”

Emotions:

Blue: Tone of protection
Orange: Tone of paranoia and evil.

Bold: Specific Images of Protection

Italics: Specific Images of Paranoia and Evil


 

Interpretative Commentary

1Whoever bathes in the light of the Most High
 will sleep in the warm bed of the Almighty.

AaaaaAAAHHHHHHH!!! Get away! Get away! STOP IT! STOP!
OH.

OH.

Oh.

It’s just mom, it’s just mom. I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay… Yes, Mom, I’m awake now. Yes, it was the same dream. I’m fine, I’m fine, go back to bed. Seriously, I’m fine. Sorry for waking you up. Yeah, leave the lights on, thanks.

Maybe I could follow her out of the room and crawl into her bed like I did when this used to happen. Ugh, don’t be stupid, I’m way too old for that. Right? Yeah, yeah, way too old…ugh, God, why do I have to be afraid to go to sleep?? Why is it always the same? God, please, please, don’t let it happen again, especially not tonight. This bed is so hot, ugh, my sheets are so sweaty…I have to be up so early for school, and I get soooo tired when this happens…I don’t even want to go back to sleep, just in case. But just…just stand in the room and keep it away...keep them away…keep them a-…..

 

   13b you will smush the army of roaches marching over your pillow
      and strangle the swarm of birds who come to pluck out the eyes of your children.

Dear God, e v e r y  n i g h t, I dread going to sleep. I know the dreams are coming for me! Please take them away!! It sounds so silly! I can’t even tell my friends about them, because they just laugh! I told Gabe, and he just called me a pussy. “Aww, little Robert has big bad nightmares?” UGH, they aren’t NIGHTMARES!! I wanted to scream…I wake up my whole freaking family every night. And it’s always the same!! You would think it would get less scary, but it doesn’t! Some nights, I try so hard not to go to sleep, but I always do! I don’t know what to do anymore, I just don’t know what to do. I am miserable, MISERABLE. Take them away!!

 

nor the voices,
 that whisper all night in your ears as you sleep,

Pastor Johnson talked in church today about God talking to people in dreams…and honestly, it scared the crap out of me! If God was talking to people in their dreams, who is talking to me?? It’s always the same voice at night, the same words. I can never really remember them when I wake up, but for some reason, at night, they scare the daylights out of me. They…they almost hiss! Like freaking parseltongue from Harry Potter or some crap like that. But what do they say?? I have no idea. They’re just dreams!! Dreams! Or, I guess, nightmares! No one is trying to speak to me…that’s crazy. I just wish they would SHUT UP!!

 

10 no demon will make your eyes roll and head spin,
    no cold stranger will leave scratches on your body as you sleep.

Why is my mom screaming?!? What’s wrong?!? I’M AWAKE, I’M AWAKE…what is that?? Blood?! Oh my god, Mom has scratches ALL. OVER. HER. ARMS. Ewww, ewww there is blood all under my fingernails!! What the hell is wrong with me?!? I must have scratched her while she was just trying to wake me up. Is this normal?? Oh, god, now Molly’s up. She looks so scared, squeezing that stuffed bunny like that. “Go back to bed.” Listen to Mom, Molly, everything’s fine, go to sleep. I just had a bad dream. Damn it, I can’t even trust myself in my dreams?! The doctor said I would grow out of it…but what if I don’t?! How do you make this go away?! Mom knows I would never hurt her on purpose…right?! She was just trying to wake me up!! Ugh, forgive me, God…

 

13aYou will tread on those manipulate your body like a machine,
     those who force you to dismantle your own body

We went back to the doctor, and he said maybe it’s time to try some medicine, just some simple stuff they apparently use to treat like anxiety and sleeping problems and stuff. He says I should grow out of it soon, so hopefully I won’t have to use them too long. It’s just…they make me feel so sleepy the next day…I don’t feel any better rested than when I used to…when I just fought going to sleep…But at least the dreams aren’t here…at least they’re gone for now.

 

You will not distress at the blank alien eyes in your window,
    nor the pale, bearded men that stalk you during the day,


God, it’s been years since I’ve had one of those dreams. For a while, I couldn’t even remember what was in them. I know it was the same every night, and Mom and Molly tell me I used to scream bloody murder, but that’s been almost 9 years ago now. Molly said she used to tell her friends her big brother was possessed or something. But then…the other day...Jess and I were on a hike, and we got to this waterfall. I literally almost fell. over. I had this flashback. The waterfall was in that dream. It was there. RIGHT. THERE. “Let’s go.” “Why??” “LET’S GO!!.” I was so mean, but I was so terrified. And later that night…the same thing!! Jess woke me up this time, asking me what was wrong. We’d been together years, and she’d never seen me that scared. Her eyes were terrified. I was terrified. NOTHING IS WRONG. Just a bad a dream…oh, dear God, please, please make it go away. It’s been YEARS!! LET IT GO!! Arrrgghhh, what is wrong with me?? Why are they following me? Nothing is wrong!! Nothing is wrong! Nothing is wrong?