1-5. God, don’t shut me out;don’t give me the silent treatment, O God.Your enemies are out there whooping it up,the God-haters are living it up;They’re plotting to do your people in,conspiring to rob you of your precious ones.“Let’s wipe this nation from the face of the earth,”they say; “scratch Israel’s name off the books.”And now they’re putting their heads together,making plans to get rid of you.
13-18. My God! I’ve had it with them!Blow them away!Tumbleweeds in the desert waste,charred sticks in the burned-over ground.Knock the breath right out of them, so they’re gaspingfor breath, gasping, “God.”Bring them to the end of their rope,and leave them there dangling, helpless.Then they’ll learn your name: “God,”the one and only High God on earth.