Dual Panel1"But if Judgment Day isn't hidden from the Almighty, why are we kept in the dark?
2There are people out there getting by with murder--stealing and lying and cheating.
3They rip off the poor and exploit the unfortunate,
4Push the helpless into the ditch, bully the weak so that they fear for their lives.
5The poor, like stray dogs and cats, scavenge for food in back alleys.
6They sort through the garbage of the rich, eke out survival on handouts.
7Homeless, they shiver through cold nights on the street; they've no place to lay their heads.
8Exposed to the weather, wet and frozen, they huddle in makeshift shelters.
9Nursing mothers have their babies snatched from them; the infants of the poor are kidnapped and sold.
10They go about patched and threadbare; even the hard workers go hungry.
11No matter how back-breaking their labor, they can never make ends meet.
12People are dying right and left, groaning in torment. The wretched cry out for help and God does nothing, acts like nothing's wrong!
13"Then there are those who avoid light at all costs, who scorn the light-filled path.
14When the sun goes down, the murderer gets up--kills the poor and robs the defenseless.
15Sexual predators can't wait for nightfall, thinking, 'No one can see us now.'
16Burglars do their work at night, but keep well out of sight through the day. They want nothing to do with light.
17Deep darkness is morning for that bunch; they make the terrors of darkness their companions in crime.
18"They are scraps of wood floating on the water--useless, cursed junk, good for nothing.
19As surely as snow melts under the hot, summer sun, sinners disappear in the grave.
20The womb has forgotten them, worms have relished them--nothing that is evil lasts.
21Unscrupulous, they prey on those less fortunate.
22However much they strut and flex their muscles, there's nothing to them. They're hollow.
23They may have an illusion of security, but God has his eye on them.
24They may get their brief successes, but then it's over, nothing to show for it. Like yesterday's newspaper, they're used to wrap up the garbage.
25You're free to try to prove me a liar, but you won't be able to do it."