Saying in his heart, God forgat: he hid his face; not seeing forever.

Arise, O Jehovah; O God, lift up thine hand: thou wilt not forget the poor.

Thou sawest; for thou wilt look upon trouble and anger, to give with thine hand: the poor will be left to thee; thou wert the helper of the orphan.

Thou heardest the desire of the poor, O Jehovah: thou wilt prepare their heart, thou wilt cause thine ear to attend.

Jehovah is King forever and ever: the nations perished from his land.

To judge the orphan and the dejected, that the man of the earth shall no more add to make afraid.

For what did the unjust one despise God, saying in his heart, Thou wilt not search?

Wherefore, O Jehovah, wilt thou stand afar off? wilt thou hide for times in straits?

The unjust according to the height of his anger, will not seek: God is not in all his thoughts.

Break the arm of the unjust and the evil one: thou wilt seek out his injustice; thou wilt not find.

For the unjust boasted upon the desire of his soul, and he blessed him plundering, despising Jehovah.

In the pride of the unjust he will burn the poor: they shall be taken in the devices that they purposed.

His mouth was filled with cursing and deceit and violence: under his tongue, trouble and vanity.

He will lie in wait in secret as the lion in her den: he will lie in wait to catch the poor one: he will catch the poor one in drawing him into his net

Saying in his heart, I shall not be moved: to generation and generation for not in evil.

His ways will be in pain in all time; thy judgments high from before him: all his enemies he will puff at them.

Sitting in ambush of the enclosures: in hiding-places he will slay the innocent: his eyes will be hid to the afflicted.

And crushing, he will bow down, and cast down the afflicted by his strong ones.