Why do you brag of evil, "Big Man"? God's mercy carries the day.
You scheme catastrophe; your tongue cuts razor-sharp, artisan in lies.
You love evil more than good, you call black white.
You love malicious gossip, you foul-mouth.
God will tear you limb from limb, sweep you up and throw you out, Pull you up by the roots from the land of life.
Good people will watch and worship. They'll laugh in relief:
"Big Man bet on the wrong horse, trusted in big money, made his living from catastrophe."
And I'm an olive tree, growing green in God's house. I trusted in the generous mercy of God then and now.
I thank you always that you went into action. And I'll stay right here, your good name my hope, in company with your faithful friends.
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)