My favorite Psalm is probably Psalm 55, just because the emotions that David lets out in it are so raw. A lot of Psalms are like that. Ask a youth pastor whether the Psalms are emo and they’ll probably say yes. Keep reading and I’ll tell you why.
I think that God inspired David to wrote the Psalms so Christians could have a way to let out their emotions. It’s not good to bury your emotions, nor is it good to talk about them with the entire world. And that’s why we have Psalms like Psalm 55:
My favorite Psalm is probably Psalm 55, simply because it’s very raw. If you ask most youth pastors, they’ll agree that the Psalms are pretty much emo. I think God inspired David to write the Psalms so we can vent our emotions. Stoicism really ends up hurting you in the end, I’ve heard. But here’s the Psalm. Take note of how David lets out his emotions, still praising God in the end. He seems a lot like Jeremiah, famous for shouting God’s words after he calls God a liar and a bully.
Listen to my prayer, O God,
do not ignore my plea;
hear me and answer me.
My thoughts trouble me and I am distraught
at the voice of the enemy,
at the stares of the wicked;
for they bring down suffering upon me
and revile me in their anger.
My heart is in anguish within me;
the terrors of death assail me.
Fear and trembling have beset me;
horror has overwhelmed me.
I said, “Oh, that I had the wings of a dove!
I would fly away and be at rest—
I would flee far away
and stay in the desert;
I would hurry to my place of shelter,
far from the tempest and storm.”
Confuse the wicked, O Lord, confound their speech,
for I see violence and strife in the city.
Day and night they prowl about on its walls;
malice and abuse are within it.
Destructive forces are at work in the city;
threats and lies never leave its streets.
If an enemy were insulting me,
I could endure it;
if a foe were raising himself against me,
I could hide from him.
But it is you, a man like myself,
my companion, my close friend,
with whom I once enjoyed sweet fellowship
as we walked with the throng at the house of God.
Let death take my enemies by surprise;
let them go down alive to the grave,
for evil finds lodging among them.
But I call to God,
and the Lord saves me.
Evening, morning and noon
I cry out in distress,
and he hears my voice.
He ransoms me unharmed
from the battle waged against me,
even though many oppose me.
God, who is enthroned forever,
will hear them and afflict them—
men who never change their ways
and have no fear of God.
My companion attacks his friends;
he violates his covenant.
His speech is smooth as butter,
yet war is in his heart;
his words are more soothing than oil,
yet they are drawn swords.
Cast your cares on the Lord
and he will sustain you;
he will never let the righteous fall.
But you, O God, will bring down the wicked
into the pit of corruption;
bloodthirsty and deceitful men
will not live out half their days.
But as for me, I trust in you. (Psalm 55:1-23 NIV84)