A Psalm

Why do the greek verbs band together
to defeat me with their paradigms,
the nouns of the NT rise up to taunt me
with their declensions and their cases.

Exceptions rule with a cruel hand,
the vocabulary lists taunt and never end.
Aspect waits on my doorstep,
eager to devour my strength.

Prepositions know no mercy,
conjunctions are unjust in all their ways.
Who can redeem me from endless voices, cases and moods,
their desire for study time is a bottomless pit.

Hebrew seeks my end
its foreign ways to confuse and divide.
Vowel, dagesh, shewa — mighty dots of destruction,
their rules tower over me.

Save me oh God, for the languages have come up to my neck
I sink in the miry depths,
where there is no foothold.
I have come into the deep waters;
the study engulfs me.

But I will trust in the Lord and all his ways
His word is good and true
I will meditate on his word day and night
and maybe some of it will stick in my head and I might actually pass my exams.

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