10. They scoff at kings,ridicule princes;They laugh at any fortress,heap up an earthen ramp, and conquer it.
11. Then they sweep through like the wind and vanish—they make their own strength their god!
12. Are you not from of old, O Lord,my holy God, immortal?Lord, you have appointed them for judgment,O Rock, you have set them in place to punish!
13. Your eyes are too pure to look upon wickedness,and the sight of evil you cannot endure.Why, then, do you gaze on the faithless in silencewhile the wicked devour those more just than themselves?
14. You have made mortals like the fish in the sea,like creeping things without a leader.
15. He brings them all up with a hook,and hauls them away with his net;He gathers them in his fishing net,and then rejoices and exults.