This is just a poem written by a sycophant praising god. Its author is anonymous. The first two verses are very familiar. I’m sure have sung them, in some choral work probably, but I couldn’t find it on YouTube.
Here’s another cute little song of praise by an anonymous author. Too bad he didn’t put his name on it and take the credit, because he would be a bazillionaire, still reaping royalties for all the times it has been set to music. It’s known as the Deus Misereatur, and is part of the Anglican Evensong service. I’ve sung it so many times in different versions I can almost recite it in my sleep. Here’s the choir at Westminster Abbey.
Aaaand we’re back to David. Back to hate and vengeance. Let the wicked perish. Blow them away like smoke. Melt them like wax in a fire. (v 2) Yes, David, we get it already. And how about this line for blatantly false? “God places the lonely in families; he sets the prisoners free and gives them joy.” (v 6) Don’t we wish! The SAB points out that v 18 is misquoted in Ephesians 4:8. And the gory imagery is particularly nasty in v 21-23. Enough, already!
Listen to the wailing and whining of someone who is lonely, depressed, and feels persecuted. Poor David, he sure craves sympathy. V 7-12 describe how religion divides families and communities, as he endures teasing and alienation as a result of his obsession with his imaginary friend. Verse 21 was ripped off by Matthew (ch 27: 34 and 48). (Or, if you’re an apologist, it foretells Matthew.)