1-2. God! God! I am running to you for dear life;the chase is wild.If they catch me, I’m finished:ripped to shreds by foes fierce as lions,dragged into the forest and leftunlooked for, unremembered.
3-5. God, if I’ve done what they say—betrayed my friends,ripped off my enemies—If my hands are really that dirty,let them get me, walk all over me,leave me flat on my face in the dirt.
11-13. Nobody gets by with anything.God is already in action—Sword honed on his whetstone,bow strung, arrow on the string,Lethal weapons in hand,each arrow a flaming missile.
14. Look at that guy!He had sex with sin,he’s pregnant with evil.Oh, look! He’s havingthe baby—a Lie-Baby!
15-16. See that man shoveling day after day,digging, then concealing, his man-trapdown that lonely stretch of road?Go back and look again—you’ll see him in it headfirst,legs waving in the breeze.That’s what happens:mischief backfires;violence boomerangs.
17. I’m thanking God, who makes things right.I’m singing the fame of heaven-high God.