7-10 You pushed me into this, God, and I let you do it.
You were too much for me.
And now I’m a public joke.
They all poke fun at me.
Every time I open my mouth
I’m shouting, "Murder!" or "Rape!"
And all I get for my God-warnings
are insults and contempt.
But if I say, "Forget it!
No more God-Messages from me!"
The words are fire in my belly,
a burning in my bones.
I’m worn out trying to hold it in.
I can’t do it any longer!
Then I hear whispering behind my back:
"There goes old ‘Danger-Everywhere.’ Shut him up! Report him!"
Old friends watch, hoping I’ll fall flat on my face:
"One misstep and we’ll have him. We’ll get rid of him for good!"