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

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.

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