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.
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.
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.