Psalm of the Followers of Jobs Pss.10 A lament of abandonment  Why standest thou afar off, O Jobs? Why hidest thou thyself in times of trouble?  Google pride doth persecute the fanboys and let them be taken in the mobile devices that they have imagined.  For the people of Techeye boasteth of that their heart’s desire, is to smite the bearers of your shiny toys.  Techeye will not seek after Jobs, for our God is not in all its thoughts.  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.  Techeye hath said in its heart, I shall not be moved: for I shall ever be in adversity.  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.  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.  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.  Techeye croucheth, and humbleth himself, that the fanboys may fall by his strong Hacks.  Arise, O Jobs lift up thine hand: forget not the smug.  Wherefore doth the wicked Techeye condemn Jobs ?  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.  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.  Jobs, thou hast heard the desire of the smug: thou wilt prepare their heart, thou wilt cause thine ear to hear:  To judge the fanboys and the oppressed, that the Techeye of Oxford may no more oppress.