5-6. Don’t raise your fist against High God.Don’t raise your voice against Rock of Ages.He’s the One from east to west;from desert to mountains, he’s the One.
7-8. God rules: he brings this one down to his knees,pulls that one up on her feet.God has a cup in his hand,a bowl of wine, full to the brim.He draws from it and pours;it’s drained to the dregs.Earth’s wicked ones drink it all,drink it down to the last bitter drop!
9-10. And I’m telling the story of God Eternal,singing the praises of Jacob’s God.The fists of the wickedare bloody stumps,The arms of the righteousare lofty green branches.