11-13. Don’t make quick work of them, God,lest my people forget.Bring them down in slow motion,take them apart piece by piece.Let all their mean-mouthed arrogancecatch up with them,Catch them out and bring them down—every muttered curse—every barefaced lie.Finish them off in fine style!Finish them off for good!Then all the world will seethat God rules well in Jacob,everywhere that God’s in charge.
14-15. They return when the sun goes down,They howl like coyotes, ringing the city.They scavenge for bones,And bite the hand that feeds them.
16-17. And me? I’m singing your prowess,shouting at cockcrow your largesse,For you’ve been a safe place for me,a good place to hide.Strong God, I’m watching you do it,I can always count on you—God, my dependable love.