1-4 Why do you brag of evil, "Big Man"?

God’s mercy carries the day.

You scheme catastrophe;

your tongue cuts razor-sharp,

artisan in lies.

You love evil more than good,

you call black white.

You love malicious gossip,

you foul-mouth.

5 God will tear you limb from limb,

sweep you up and throw you out,

Pull you up by the roots

from the land of life.

6,7 Good people will watch and

worship. They’ll laugh in relief:

"Big Man bet on the wrong horse,

trusted in big money,

made his living from catastrophe."

8 And I’m an olive tree,

growing green in God’s house.

I trusted in the generous mercy

of God then and now.

9 I thank you always

that you went into action.

And I’ll stay right here,

your good name my hope,

in company with your faithful friends.