Psalm 73:20

Contemporary English Version (Anglicised) 2012

They will disappear, Lord, despised like a bad dream the morning after.

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They will be forgotten like a dream

Finally the Lord woke up, and he shouted like a drunken soldier.

You bring our lives to an end just like a dream. We are merely tender grass

and it disappears like a shadow. Our struggles are senseless; we store up more and more, without ever knowing who will get it all.

Get angry, LORD God! Do something! Attack my furious enemies. See that justice is done.