Psalms

¹ We thank you, God, we thank you— your Name is our favorite word; your mighty works are all we talk about.

² I'm ready to set things right.

³ And nobody knows which end is up, I nail it all down, I put everything in place again.

⁴ to the bullies, 'Not so fast.' "

⁵ Don't raise your voice against Rock of Ages.

⁶ from desert to mountains, he's the One.

⁷ pulls that one up on her feet.

⁸ a bowl of wine, full to the brim. He draws from it and pours; it's drained to the dregs. Earth's wicked ones drink it all, drink it down to the last bitter drop!

⁹ singing the praises of Jacob's God.

¹⁰ are bloody stumps, The arms of the righteous are lofty green branches.