7-8. And here I am, your invited guest—it’s incredible!I enter your house; here I am,prostrate in your inner sanctum,Waiting for directionsto get me safely through enemy lines.
9-10. Every word they speak is a land mine;their lungs breathe out poison gas.Their throats are gaping graves,their tongues slick as mudslides.Pile on the guilt, God!Let their so-called wisdom wreck them.Kick them out! They’ve had their chance.
11-12. But you’ll welcome us with open armswhen we run for cover to you.Let the party last all night!Stand guard over our celebration.You are famous, God, for welcoming God-seekers,for decking us out in delight.