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1 Why stand’st thou, Lord, a far? why hid’st thyself in times of strait? 2 In pride the wicked persecutes the poor afflicted wight: snare them in their contrived plots. 3 For of his heart’s desire the wicked boasts, and covetous blesseth, stirring God’s ire.
4 The wicked one by reason of his countenance’s pride will not seek after God: not God so all his thoughts abide. 5 His ways do always bring forth grief, on high thy judgments be above his sight: his pressing foes puff at them all will he.
6 Within his heart he thus hath said, I moved shall not be: from aye to aye because I am not in adversity. 7 His mouth with cursing filled is, deceits and fallacy: under his tongue perverseness is, also iniquity.
8 In the close places of the towns he sits, in secret dens he slays the harmless: ‘gainst the poor slyly his eyes down bends. 9 He closely lurks as lion lurks in den, the poor to catch he lurks, and trapping them in’s net th’ afflicted poor doth snatch.
10 Down doth he crouch, and to the dust humbly he bows withal: that so a multitude of poor in his strong paws may fall. 11 He saith in heart, God hath forgot: he hides his face away, so that he will not see this thing unto eternal aye.
12 Jehovah, rise thou up; O God, lift thou thine hand on high, let not the meek afflicted one be out of memory. 13 Wherefore doth the ungodly man contemn th’ almighty one? he in his heart saith, thou wilt not make inquisition.
14 Thou seest, for thou mark’st wrong, and spite, with thy hand to repay: the poor leaves it to thee, thou art of fatherless the stay. 15 Break thou the arm of the wicked, and of the evil one, search thou out his impiety: until thou findest none.
16 Jehovah king for ever is, and to eternal aye: out of his land the heathen folk are perished away. 17 The meek afflicted man’s desire, Jehovah, thou dost hear: thou firmly dost prepare their heart, thou mak’st attent thine ear.
18 To judge the fatherless and poor: that add no more he may sorrowful man out of the land with terror to dismay.