They're trapped, those godless countries, in the very snares they set, Their feet all tangled in the net they spread.
They have no excuse; the way God works is well-known. The cunning machinery made by the wicked has maimed their own hands.
The wicked bought a one-way ticket to hell.
No longer will the poor be nameless - no more humiliation for the humble.
Up, God! Aren't you fed up with their empty strutting? Expose these grand pretensions!
Shake them up, God! Show them how silly they look.
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)