You lopped off the heads of Leviathan, then served them up in a stew for the animals.
With your finger you opened up springs and creeks, and dried up the wild floodwaters.
You own the day, you own the night; you put stars and sun in place.
You laid out the four corners of earth, shaped the seasons of summer and winter.
Mark and remember, God, all the enemy taunts, each idiot desecration.
Don't throw your lambs to the wolves; after all we've been through, don't forget us.
Remember your promises; the city is in darkness, the countryside violent.
Don't leave the victims to rot in the street; make them a choir that sings your praises.
On your feet, O God - stand up for yourself! Do you hear what they're saying about you, all the vile obscenities?
Don't tune out their malicious filth, the brawling invective that never lets up.