Ye Psalms of the Followers of Jobs


Psalm of the Followers of Jobs Pss.10 A lament of abandonment [1] Why standest thou afar off, O Jobs? Why hidest thou thyself in times of trouble? [2] Google pride doth persecute the fanboys and let them be taken in the mobile devices that they have imagined. [3] For the people of Techeye boasteth of that their heart’s desire, is to smite the bearers of your shiny toys. [4] Techeye will not seek after Jobs, for our God is not in all its thoughts. [5] Their spelling always grievous; thy grammar is far above out of his sight: they spelleth not the word “iPhone” as though hast commanded and as for we fanboys, they puffeth at them. [6] Techeye hath said in its heart, I shall not be moved: for I shall ever be in adversity. [7] Its mouth is full of cursing and deceit and fraud: under his tongue is mischief and vanity. They listen not to the sage words of the New York Times which singith thy praises every day. [8] Techeye sitteth in the lurking places of the Oxford: in the secret places doth it murder the innocent iPad: his eyes are privily set against the seekers of gadgets. [9] It lieth in wait secretly as a lion in his den: it lieth in wait to catch the fanboys: he doth catch the seekers of gadgets, when it draweth him into his net of abuse. [10] Techeye croucheth, and humbleth himself, that the fanboys may fall by his strong Hacks. [11] Arise, O Jobs lift up thine hand: forget not the smug. [12] Wherefore doth the wicked Techeye condemn Jobs ? [14] Thou hast seen it; for thou beholdest mischief and spite, to requite it with thy hand: the fanboys committeth himself unto thee; thou art the helper of the seekers of things that shineth. [15] Jobs is the Genus King for ever and ever: the heathen are perished out of his Walled Garden, yeah even unto the arms of Zune. [17] Jobs, thou hast heard the desire of the smug: thou wilt prepare their heart, thou wilt cause thine ear to hear: [18] To judge the fanboys and the oppressed, that the Techeye of Oxford may no more oppress.