NO WAY is this a contender for a wedding reading. It’s way too lamentatious (and if that wasn’t a word before, it is now). But I can’t think about scripture, let alone discuss it publicly, without acknowledging the one bit of it on which I actually relied in the Bad Times. I’ve never been the type to bust out a Bible in search of a handsqueeze when I needed one, but whenever The Horror! The Horror! would leave me despairing, this is what I’d repeat to myself.
1 By the waters of Babylon we sat down and wept, when we remembered Zion.
2 On the willows there we hung up our harps.
3 For there our captors asked us for songs, and our tormentors asked for mirth, saying, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”
4 How could we sing the Lord’s song in a foreign land?
5 If I forget you, O Jerusalem, let my right hand wither!
6 Let my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth, if I do not remember you, if I do not set Jerusalem above my highest joy.