Ev'n like unto a dream, when one from sleeping doth arise; So thou, O Lord, when thou awak'st, their image shalt despise.
But then the Lord arose, as one that doth from sleep awake; And like a giant that, by wine refresh'd, a shout doth make:
As with an overflowing flood thou carry'st them away: They like a sleep are, like the grass that grows at morn are they.
Sure each man walks in a vain show; they vex themselves in vain: He heaps up wealth, and doth not know to whom it shall pertain.
Rise in thy wrath, Lord, raise thyself, for my foes raging be; And, to the judgment which thou hast commanded, wake for me.