Then they will be like a dream that we forget when we wake up. You will make them disappear like the monsters in our dreams.
Like a dream, he will fly away, never to be found. He will be chased away like a bad dream.
Finally, our Lord got up like a man waking from his sleep, like a soldier after drinking too much wine.
Our life is like a dream that ends when morning comes. We are like grass
Our life is like an image in a mirror. We rush through life collecting things, but we don’t know who will get them after we die.
Lord, get up and show your anger! My enemy is angry, so stand and fight against him. Get me the justice that you demand.