Signs You May Have Been Reading The Psalms... A Lot
You begin speaking in couplets ("Set the table, O my husband; O my husband, set the table.")
You ask God to vanquish the spots on the laundry and to wipe them from all remembrance in the Book of life.
You keep watch that God will smite Barry Bonds.
You constantly chant Psalm 88 when you habitually click on the now defunct Open Book.
In joyful enthusiasm, you begin asking non-sentient beings to bless the Lord (keyboards and monitors, bless the Lord; grills and shish-kabobs, bless the Lord; Lysol and toilet brush, bless the Lord...).
You spend way too much time on epinions searching to buy a timbrel to go with your harp.
When the McDonalds says they are out of your kids' favorite chicken nuggets, you flail out your arms in the queue and shout "How many are my foes, Lord! How many rise against me!"