There must not be a strange god among you;
you must not bow down to a foreign god.

Praise Him with tambourine and dance;
praise Him with flute and strings.

If anyone does not repent,
God will sharpen His sword;
He has strung His bow and made it ready.

For look, the wicked string the bow;
they put the arrow on the bowstring
to shoot from the shadows at the upright in heart.

Sing a new song to Him;
play skillfully on the strings, with a joyful shout.

The wicked have drawn the sword and strung the bow
to bring down the afflicted and needy
and to slaughter those whose way is upright.