Psalms

¹ You walked off and left us, and never looked back. God, how could you do that? We're your very own sheep; how can you stomp off in anger?

² Your most precious tribe—you paid a good price for us! Your very own Mount Zion—you actually lived here once!

³ see how they've wrecked the sanctuary.

⁴ brawling and scrawling graffiti.

⁵ axes swinging, they chopped up the woodwork,

⁶ then split them into kindling.

⁷ violated the place of worship.

⁸ and burned down all the places of worship.

⁹ nor anyone to speak in his name, no one who knows what's going on.

¹⁰ enemies curse and get by with it?

¹¹ to sit there with your hands folded in your lap?

¹² he works salvation in the womb of the earth.

¹³ you made mincemeat of the dragon Tannin.

¹⁴ then served them up in a stew for the animals.

¹⁵ and dried up the wild floodwaters.

¹⁶ you put stars and sun in place.

¹⁷ shaped the seasons of summer and winter.

¹⁸ taunts, each idiot desecration.

¹⁹ after all we've been through, don't forget us.

²⁰ the city is in darkness, the countryside violent.

²¹ make them a choir that sings your praises.

²² stand up for yourself! Do you hear what they're saying about you, all the vile obscenities?

²³ the brawling invective that never lets up.