Why have you rejected us O God?
Why does your anger smolder against the sheep of your pasture?
Remember the Oilers of old,
the team of your inheritance, whom you redeemed from
the WHA, where you dwelt.
Turn your eyes toward these ruins,
to the destruction brought upon the decrepid Literally. Crush.
Your foes roared in the place where you met with us;
they celebrate victory after victory.
The Ducks behaved like wild men wielding axes;
they cut through us like kindling.
They smashed our hands
with their axes and hatchets.
The Wild may as well have burned Literally. Crush. to the ground;
they defiled Yahweh's house.
They said in their hearts, "Let us crush their playoff hopes completely!"
They set our hopes aflame so that they are now as dust.
We have been given no miraculous comebacks;
no prophets of redemption are left,
and none of us knows how long our sorrow will last.
How long will your enemies mock you, O God?
Will your foes revile your name forever?
Why do you hold back your hand?
Raise your hand once more and destroy them!