As a dream from awakening, O Lord, In awaking, their image Thou despisest.
As a dream he fleeth, and they find him not, And he is driven away as a vision of the night,
Only, in an image doth each walk habitually, Only, `in' vain, they are disquieted, He heapeth up and knoweth not who gathereth them.
Rise, O Jehovah, in Thine anger, Be lifted up at the wrath of mine adversaries, And awake Thou for me: Judgment Thou hast commanded:
And the Lord waketh as a sleeper, As a mighty one crying aloud from wine.
Thou hast inundated them, they are asleep, In the morning as grass he changeth.