16-18. Now packs of wild dogs come at me;thugs gang up on me.They pin me down hand and foot,and lock me in a cage—a bagOf bones in a cage, stared atby every passerby.They take my wallet and the shirt off my back,and then throw dice for my clothes.
19-21. You, God—don’t put off my rescue!Hurry and help me!Don’t let them cut my throat;don’t let those mongrels devour me.If you don’t show up soon,I’m done for—gored by the bulls,meat for the lions.
22-24. Here’s the story I’ll tell my friends when they come to worship,and punctuate it with Hallelujahs:Shout Hallelujah, you God-worshipers;give glory, you sons of Jacob;adore him, you daughters of Israel.He has never let you down,never looked the other waywhen you were being kicked around.He has never wandered off to do his own thing;he has been right there, listening.
25-26. Here in this great gathering for worshipI have discovered this praise-life.And I’ll do what I promised right herein front of the God-worshipers.Down-and-outers sit at God’s tableand eat their fill.Everyone on the hunt for Godis here, praising him.“Live it up, from head to toe.Don’t ever quit!”