1-2. I’m thanking you, God, from a full heart,I’m writing the book on your wonders.I’m whistling, laughing, and jumping for joy;I’m singing your song, High God.
3-4. The day my enemies turned tail and ran,they stumbled on you and fell on their faces.You took over and set everything right;when I needed you, you were there, taking charge.
5-6. You blow the whistle on godless nations;you throw dirty players out of the game,wipe their names right off the roster.Enemies disappear from the sidelines,their reputation trashed,their names erased from the halls of fame.
7-8. God holds the high center,he sees and sets the world’s mess right.He decides what is right for us earthlings,gives people their just deserts.
9-10. God’s a safe-house for the battered,a sanctuary during bad times.The moment you arrive, you relax;you’re never sorry you knocked.
11-12. Sing your songs to Zion-dwelling God,tell his stories to everyone you meet:How he tracks down killersyet keeps his eye on us,registers every whimper and moan.