He says to himself, “God has forgotten;
He has hidden His face; He will never see it.”

Arise, O Lord; O God, lift up Your hand.
Do not forget the afflicted.

You have seen it, for You have beheld mischief and vexation to take it into Your hand.
The unfortunate commits himself to You;
You have been the helper of the orphan.

O Lord, You have heard the desire of the humble;
You will strengthen their heart, You will incline Your ear

The Lord is King forever and ever;
Nations have perished from His land.

To vindicate the orphan and the oppressed,
So that man who is of the earth will no longer cause terror.

Why has the wicked spurned God?
He has said to himself, “You will not require it.”

Why do You stand afar off, O Lord?
Why do You hide Yourself in times of trouble?

The wicked, in the haughtiness of his countenance, does not seek Him.
All his thoughts are, “There is no God.”

Break the arm of the wicked and the evildoer,
Seek out his wickedness until You find none.

For the wicked boasts of his heart’s desire,
And the greedy man curses and spurns the Lord.

In pride the wicked hotly pursue the afflicted;
Let them be caught in the plots which they have devised.

His mouth is full of curses and deceit and oppression;
Under his tongue is mischief and wickedness.

He lurks in a hiding place as a lion in his lair;
He lurks to catch the afflicted;
He catches the afflicted when he draws him into his net.

He says to himself, “I will not be moved;
Throughout all generations I will not be in adversity.”

His ways prosper at all times;
Your judgments are on high, out of his sight;
As for all his adversaries, he snorts at them.

He sits in the lurking places of the villages;
In the hiding places he kills the innocent;
His eyes stealthily watch for the unfortunate.

He crouches, he bows down,
And the unfortunate fall by his mighty ones.