It's dangerous to write late at night, especially about a psalm that asks God to 'let me know my end, and the measure of my days'. Dentists always remind me of mortality - so I will take the sudden need for a root canal as the gift of this psalm.
Still, for those who lack humour, there is a smile at the end.
Look at me and I will smile (וְאַבְלִיגָה) before I go and there is no me.
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My online friends give me many reasons to laugh.
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