Deliver me from bloodshed, O God, O God of my salvation, and my tongue will sing aloud of your deliverance.
O Lord, open my lips, and my mouth will declare your praise.
O Lord, open my lips, and my mouth will declare your praise.
—Psalm 51:14-15
As I near the end of Psalm 51, things start to look up. But not before a particularly difficult petition from the psalmist. I read "deliver me from bloodshed" in my translation, while others call it blood-guiltiness. The Hebrew word means from bloods, so I suppose it's open to interpretation. And here I am tempted to admit to the guilt of being part of a culture that is armed to the teeth, and where violence is commonplace.
But maybe I've jumped the gun. The bloods the Hebrew is referring to is probably not the cause but the effect. The psalmist might not be praying here for deliverance from committing the crime, but from the punishment for it. And if I take the words of Jesus in the Sermon on the Mount seriously, I