Psalms

¹ I'm thanking you, God, from a full heart, I'm writing the book on your wonders.

² I'm singing your song, High God.

³ they stumbled on you and fell on their faces.

⁴ when I needed you, you were there, taking charge.

⁵ you throw dirty players out of the game, wipe their names right off the roster.

⁶ their reputation trashed, their names erased from the halls of fame.

⁷ he sees and sets the world's mess right.

⁸ gives people their just deserts.

⁹ a sanctuary during bad times.

¹⁰ you're never sorry you knocked.

¹¹ tell his stories to everyone you meet:

¹² yet keeps his eye on us, registers every whimper and moan.

¹³ I've been kicked around long enough. Once you've pulled me back from the gates of death,

¹⁴ on the corner of Main and First I'll hold a street meeting; I'll be the song leader; we'll fill the air with salvation songs.

¹⁵ in the very snares they set, Their feet all tangled in the net they spread.

¹⁶ the way God works is well-known. The cunning machinery made by the wicked has maimed their own hands.

¹⁷ ticket to hell.

¹⁸ no more humiliation for the humble.

¹⁹ Expose these grand pretensions!

²⁰ Show them how silly they look.