Clear my name, God; stick up for me against these loveless, immoral people. Get me out of here, away from these lying degenerates.
I counted on you, God. Why did you walk out on me? Why am I pacing the floor, wringing my hands over these outrageous people?
Give me your lantern and compass, give me a map, So I can find my way to the sacred mountain, to the place of your presence,
To enter the place of worship, meet my exuberant God, Sing my thanks with a harp, magnificent God, my God.
Why are you down in the dumps, dear soul? Why are you crying the blues? Fix my eyes on God - soon I'll be praising again. He puts a smile on my face. He's my God.
Published by permission. Originally published by NavPress in English as THE MESSAGE: The Bible in Contemporary Language copyright 2002 by Eugene Peterson. All rights reserved. (The Message Bible Online)