Why do you show me iniquity, and look at perversity? For destruction and violence are before me. There is strife, and contention rises up.

"Look, you scoffers, watch, and wonder marvelously, and perish; for I am working a work in your days, which you will not believe though it is told you.

All of them come for violence. Their hordes face the desert. He gathers prisoners like sand.

Then he sweeps by like the wind, and goes on. He is indeed guilty, whose strength is his god."

You who have purer eyes than to see evil, and who cannot look on perversity, why do you tolerate those who deal treacherously, and keep silent when the wicked swallows up the man who is more righteous than he,

and make men like the fish of the sea, like the creeping things, that have no ruler over them?

I will stand at my watch, and set myself on the ramparts, and will look out to see what he will say to me, and what I will answer concerning my complaint.

Yes, moreover, wine is treacherous. A haughty man who doesn't stay at home, who enlarges his desire as Sheol, and he is like death, and can't be satisfied, but gathers to himself all nations, and heaps to himself all peoples.

His splendor is like the sunrise. Rays shine from his hand, where his power is hidden.

The LORD, the Lord, is my strength. He makes my feet like deer's feet, and enables me to go in high places. For the music director, on my stringed instruments.