God is good to Israel and those of a pure soul,
But I was slipping, falling, and grasping for control.
I was jealous of the wicked because they have much wealth.
They are strong and prosperous–picturesque in health.
Other men are struggling, but the cruel have easy days.
They are clothed in haughty pride and violent in their ways.
They are full of lush sustenance; they have more than heart could wish.
Yet they take a wild, wicked breath and speak with brash pretense.
They mock Yahweh, scorn the Lord, and do so with no shame.
The treasure this wicked life bestows leads the righteous to seek the same.
The devout doubt God’s omniscience. “Is there knowledge in the Most High?”
The evil ones are burgeoning; they are blessed when they lie.
I have lived faithful, pure, and right. Did I shun the world in vain?
I execute the Lord’s commands, but my life is filled with pain.
Is it fault for me to claim that God broke His promise?
I do not understand His ways–forgive these words so honest.
But when I stood before the Lord, I grasped the villain’s fate.
He will cast them down to be destroyed and punish them for hate.
Suddenly their haughty laugh becomes a fearful plead.
When God inflicts His punishment, it is apt to fit the deed.
I beheld that God is just; I realized my own sin.
I was foolish, ignorant for not trusting God to win.
Nevertheless, God is with me. He holds me in His palm.
Jehovah never fails me, and one day He’ll take me home.
I desire communion more than anything I see.
Health and wealth will vanish, but God will strengthen me.
Those far from God will perish; they have an aimless course.
But I will draw close to my Lord, and He will be my source.