they all come bent on violence. Their hordesa advance like a desert wind and gather prisoners1 like sand.
They deride kings and scoff at rulers.2 They laugh at all fortified cities; they build earthen ramps3 and capture them.
Then they sweep past like the wind4 and go on-- guilty men, whose own strength is their god."5
O LORD, are you not from everlasting?6 My God, my Holy One,7 we will not die.8 O LORD, you have appointed9 them to execute judgment; O Rock,10 you have ordained them to punish.
Your eyes are too pure11 to look on evil; you cannot tolerate wrong.12 Why then do you tolerate13 the treacherous?14 Why are you silent while the wicked swallow up those more righteous than themselves?1514
You have made men like fish in the sea, like sea creatures that have no ruler.
The wicked16 foe pulls all of them up with hooks,17 he catches them in his net,18 he gathers them up in his dragnet; and so he rejoices and is glad.
Therefore he sacrifices to his net and burns incense19 to his dragnet, for by his net he lives in luxury and enjoys the choicest food.
Is he to keep on emptying his net, destroying nations without mercy?20