1: GOD, are you avoiding me? Where are you when I need you?
2: Full of hot air, the wicked are hot on the trail of the poor. Trip them up, tangle them up in their fine-tuned plots.
3: The wicked are windbags, the swindlers have foul breath.
4: The wicked snub GOD, their noses stuck high in the air. Their graffiti are scrawled on the walls: "Catch us if you can!God is dead."
5: They care nothing for what you think; if you get in their way, they blow you off.
6: They live (they think) a charmed life: "We can't go wrong. This is our lucky year!"
7: They carry a mouthful of hexes, their tongues spit venom like adders.
8: They hide behind ordinary people, then pounce on their victims.
9: They mark the luckless, then wait like a hunter in a blind; When the poor wretch wanders too close, they stab him in the back.
10: The hapless fool is kicked to the ground, the unlucky victim is brutally axed.
11: He thinks God has dumped him, he's sure that God is indifferent to his plight.
12: Time to get up, GOD-get moving. The luckless think they're Godforsaken.
13: They wonder why the wicked scorn God and get away with it, Why the wicked are so cocksure they'll never come up for audit.
14: But you know all about it--the contempt, the abuse. I dare to believe that the luckless will get lucky someday in you. You won't let them down: orphans won't be orphans forever.
15: Break the wicked right arms, break all the evil left arms. Search and destroy every sign of crime.
16: GOD's grace and order wins; godlessness loses.
17: The victim's faint pulse picks up; the hearts of the hopeless pump red blood as you put your ear to their lips.
18: Orphans get parents, the homeless get homes. The reign of terror is over, the rule of the gang lords is ended.