1 We thank you, God, we thank you— your Name is our favorite word;your mighty works are all we talk about.
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4 You say, "I'm calling this meeting to order,I'm ready to set things right.When the earth goes topsy-turvyAnd nobody knows which end is up,I nail it all down,I put everything in place again.I say to the smart alecks, 'That's enough,'to the bullies, 'Not so fast.'"
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6 Don't raise your fist against High God.Don't raise your voice against Rock of Ages.He's the One from east to west;from desert to mountains, he's the One.
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8 God rules: he brings this one down to his knees,pulls that one up on her feet.God has a cup in his hand,a bowl of wine, full to the brim.He draws from it and pours;it's drained to the dregs.Earth's wicked ones drink it all,drink it down to the last bitter drop!
9 And I'm telling the story of God Eternal,singing the praises of Jacob's God.The fists of the wickedare bloody stumps,The arms of the righteousare lofty green branches.