Psalms

¹ Where are you when I need you?

² are hot on the trail of the poor. Trip them up, tangle them up in their fine-tuned plots.

³ the swindlers have foul breath.

⁴ their noses stuck high in the air. Their graffiti are scrawled on the walls: "Catch us if you can!" "God is dead."

⁵ if you get in their way, they blow you off.

⁶ "We can't go wrong. This is our lucky year!"

⁷ their tongues spit venom like adders.

⁸ then pounce on their victims.

⁹ then wait like a hunter in a blind; When the poor wretch wanders too close, they stab him in the back.

¹⁰ the unlucky victim is brutally axed.

¹¹ he's sure that God is indifferent to his plight.

¹² The luckless think they're Godforsaken.

¹³ and get away with it, Why the wicked are so cocksure they'll never come up for audit.

¹⁴ the contempt, the abuse. I dare to believe that the luckless will get lucky someday in you. You won't let them down: orphans won't be orphans forever.

¹⁵ break all the evil left arms. Search and destroy every sign of crime.

¹⁶ godlessness loses.

¹⁷ the hearts of the hopeless pump red blood as you put your ear to their lips.

¹⁸ the homeless get homes. The reign of terror is over, the rule of the gang lords is ended.