Psalms

¹ Don't turn a deaf ear when I call you, God. If all I get from you is deafening silence, I'd be better off in the Black Hole.

² calling out for help And lifting my arms toward your inner sanctum.

³ the same jail cell with those crooks, With those who are full-time employees of evil.

⁴ then moonlight for the Devil. Pay them back for what they've done, for how bad they've been. Pay them back for their long hours in the Devil's workshop; Then cap it with a huge bonus.

⁵ or what he is up to, God will smash them to smithereens and walk away from the ruins.

⁶ he heard me praying.

⁷ I've thrown my lot in with him. Now I'm jumping for joy, and shouting and singing my thanks to him.

⁸ ample refuge for his chosen leader;

⁹ and bless your heritage. Care for them; carry them like a good shepherd.