Ever read something that disconcertingly expresses your own thought?

From the complementary psalmody for Midday Prayer:

Have mercy on us, Lord, have mercy.
We are filled with contempt.
Indeed all too full is our soul
with the scorn of the rich,
with the proud man's disdain.

I would take out "we" and put in "I". Sometimes I look at myself in a detached way and feel a little frightened by how scornful I can sometimes be. I'm really not going to be able to explain that attitude to the God who humbled himself even to death on a cross.