It will be like waking from a dream. Lord, when you rise up, they will disappear.
They will fly away like a dream and not be found again; they will be chased away like a vision in the night.
People are like shadows moving about. All their work is for nothing; they collect things but don’t know who will get them.
Lord, rise up in your anger; stand up against my enemies’ anger. Get up and demand fairness.
Then the Lord got up as if he had been asleep; he awoke like a man who had been drunk with wine.
While people sleep, you take their lives. They are like grass that grows up in the morning.