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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.
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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.
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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."
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And I'm an olive tree,
growing green in God's house.
I trusted in the generous mercy
of God then and now.
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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.