23-25 I know, God, that mere mortals

can’t run their own lives,

That men and women

don’t have what it takes to take charge of life.

So correct us, God, as you see best.

Don’t lose your temper. That would be the end of us.

Vent your anger on the godless nations,

who refuse to acknowledge you,

And on the people

who won’t pray to you—

The very ones who’ve made a meal out of Jacob,

yes, made a meal

And devoured him whole,

people and pastures alike.