When I call, give me answers. God, take my side! Once, in a tight place, you gave me room; Now I'm in trouble again: grace me! hear me!
You rabble - how long do I put up with your scorn? How long will you lust after lies? How long will you live crazed by illusion?
Look at this: look Who got picked by God! He listens the split second I call to him.
Complain if you must, but don't lash out. Keep your mouth shut, and let your heart do the talking.
Build your case before God and wait for his verdict.
Why is everyone hungry for more? "More, more," they say. "More, more." I have God's more-than-enough,