1: I'm thanking you, GOD, from a full heart, I'm writing the book on your wonders.
2: I'm whistling, laughing, and jumping for joy; I'm singing your song, High God.
3: The day my enemies turned tail and ran, they stumbled on you and fell on their faces.
4: You took over and set everything right; when I needed you, you were there, taking charge.
5: You blow the whistle on godless nations; you throw dirty players out of the game, wipe their names right off the roster.
6: Enemies disappear from the sidelines, their reputation trashed, their names erased from the halls of fame.
7: GOD holds the high center, he sees and sets the world's mess right.
8: He decides what is right for us earthlings, gives people their just deserts.
9: GOD's a safe-house for the battered, a sanctuary during bad times.
10: The moment you arrive, you relax; you're never sorry you knocked.
11: Sing your songs to Zion--dwelling GOD, tell his stories to everyone you meet:
12: How he tracks down killers yet keeps his eye on us, registers every whimper and moan.
13: Be kind to me, GOD; I've been kicked around long enough. Once you've pulled me back from the gates of death,
14: I'll write the book on Hallelujahs; on the corner of Main and First I'll hold a street meeting; I'll be the song leader; we'll fill the air with salvation songs.
15: They're trapped, those godless countries, in the very snares they set, Their feet all tangled in the net they spread.
16: They have no excuse; the way God works is well-known. The cunning machinery made by the wicked has maimed their own hands.
17: The wicked bought a one--way ticket to hell.
18: No longer will the poor be nameless--no more humiliation for the humble.
19: Up, GOD! Aren't you fed up with their empty strutting? Expose these grand pretensions!
20: Shake them up, GOD! Show them how silly they look.