1-3. Listen, God! Please, pay attention!Can you make sense of these ramblings,my groans and cries?King-God, I need your help.Every morningyou’ll hear me at it again.Every morningI lay out the pieces of my lifeon your altarand watch for fire to descend.
4-6. You don’t socialize with Wicked,or invite Evil over as your houseguest.Hot-Air-Boaster collapses in front of you;you shake your head over Mischief-Maker.God destroys Lie-Speaker;Blood-Thirsty and Truth-Bender disgust you.
7-8. And here I am, your invited guest—it’s incredible!I enter your house; here I am,prostrate in your inner sanctum,Waiting for directionsto get me safely through enemy lines.
9-10. Every word they speak is a land mine;their lungs breathe out poison gas.Their throats are gaping graves,their tongues slick as mudslides.Pile on the guilt, God!Let their so-called wisdom wreck them.Kick them out! They’ve had their chance.