Will you even look at me, God, or put me on trial and judge me?

Look at what the king of Israel is trying to kill! Look at what he is chasing! A dead dog, a flea!

The nations advance like rushing waves, but God reprimands them and they retreat, driven away like dust on a mountainside, like straw in a whirlwind.

He will not break off a bent reed, nor put out a flickering lamp. He will persist until he causes justice to triumph,