A dream goes away when a person wakes up. Lord, it will be like that when you rise up. It will be as if those people were only a dream.
Like a dream they will fly away. They will never be seen again. They will be driven away like visions in the night.
People are only shadows as they go here and there. They rush around, but it doesn’t mean anything. They pile up wealth, but they don’t know who will finally get it.
Lord, rise up in your anger. Rise up against the great anger of my enemies. My God, wake up. Command that the right thing be done.
Then the Lord woke up as if he had been sleeping. He was like a warrior waking up from the deep sleep caused by wine.
Yet you sweep people away, and they die. They are like new grass that grows in the morning.