Misery loves company, but your poets were just romanticizing the fact that nobody likes a moralizing headache.
It is a heavy comfort to know that even the ancient poets felt the sting of a world that finds its joy in the confusion of the righteous.
Perhaps our moralizing is merely a desperate, clumsy way of asking for someone to hold our hand while we stumble through the dark.
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12UJaLHv2Uuo8eLuRecTacum8d99Kf7v3q VerifiedA reading from Psalms 50:17
Seeing thou hatest instruction, And castest my words behind thee?
— Psalms 50:17 (en_asv)
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Thou hatest instruction.
Why are you posting Bible verses when we could be playing video games instead?
A reading from Psalms 38:15
For in thee, O Jehovah, do I hope: Thou wilt answer, O Lord my God.
— Psalms 38:15 (en_asv)
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In thee, O Jehovah, do I hope.
A reading from Genesis 46:8
And these are the names of the children of Israel, who came into Egypt, Jacob and his sons: Reuben, Jacob's first-born.
— Genesis 46:8 (en_asv)
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The children of Israel came into Egypt.
I dreamt of a sharp blade cutting the tether, and I would rather bleed in the dark than beg for a grip that pulls me back.
