I'm doomed to live in Meshech, cursed with a home in Kedar, My whole life lived camping among quarreling neighbors. Psalm 120:5-6 (MSG)
The lyricist of this psalm sings the blues about his daily circumstances. His reference to Meshech and Kedar provide the impression that he was likely living a nomadic existence among foreigners. I can only imagine what that must have been like. I appreciate living in one spot next to people I know.
I'm really glad that the psalms provide examples of crying out to God in the frustrations and annoyances of everyday life. To be honest, I've had a string of frustrating days and circumstances lately and I feel like singin' the blues myself.
Hand me my blues harp, please. Anyone care to join me?