1-2. God, are you avoiding me?Where are you when I need you?Full of hot air, the wickedare hot on the trail of the poor.Trip them up, tangle them upin their fine-tuned plots.
10-11. The hapless fool is kicked to the ground,the unlucky victim is brutally axed.He thinks God has dumped him,he’s sure that God is indifferent to his plight.
12-13. Time to get up, God—get moving.The luckless think they’re Godforsaken.They wonder why the wicked scorn Godand get away with it,Why the wicked are so cocksurethey’ll never come up for audit.