1-4Why do you brag of evil, “Big Man”?
God’s mercy carries the day.
You scheme catastrophe;
your tongue cuts razor-sharp,
artisan in lies.
You love evil more than good,
you call black white.
You love malicious gossip,
you foul-mouth.
5God will tear you limb from limb,
sweep you up and throw you out,
Pull you up by the roots
from the land of life.
6-7Good people will watch and
worship. They’ll laugh in relief:
“Big Man bet on the wrong horse,
trusted in big money,
made his living from catastrophe.”
8And I’m an olive tree,
growing green in God’s house.
I trusted in the generous mercy
of God then and now.
9I thank you always
that you went into action.
And I’ll stay right here,
your good name my hope,
in company with your faithful friends.
THE MESSAGE. Copyright © 1993, 2002, 2018 by Eugene H. Peterson. All rights reserved. Used by permission of NavPress, represented by Tyndale House Publishers.
