Don’t bother your head with braggarts
Or wish you could succeed like the wicked. In no time they’ll shrivel like grass clippings and wilt like cut flowers in the sun. Get insurance with God and do a good deed, settle down and stick to your last.
Keep company with God.
Get in on the best.
Open up before God, keep nothing back; he’ll do whatever needs to be done.
He’ll validate your life in the clear light of day and stamp you with approval at high noon.
Quiet down before God.
Be prayerful before him.
Don’t bother with those who climb the ladder, who elbow their way to the top.
Bridle your anger, trash your wrath, cool your pipes.
It only makes things worse.
Before long the crooks will be bankrupt; God’s investors will soon own the store.
Before you know it, the wicked will have had it.
You’ll stare at his one famous place and – nothing!
Down-to-earth people will move in and take over, relishing a huge bonanza.
Bad guys have it in for the good guys.
Obsessed with doing them in.
But God isn’t losing any sleep, to him they’re a joke with no punch line.
Bullies brandish their words, pull back on their bows with a flourish. They’re out to beat up on the harmless, or mug that nice man out of walking his dog.
Slapstick figures in a moral circus.
Less is more and more is less.
One righteous will outclass fifty wicked, for the wicked are moral weaklings but the righteous are God-strong.
God keeps track of the decent folks, what they do won’t be soon forgotten …
Wait passionately for God, don’t leave the path.
He’ll give you your place in the sun while you watch the wicked lose it.