I, said, Gods, ye are, Yea, sons of the Highest, are ye all;

God, hath taken his place in the august assembly, In the midst of the gods, will he judge.

Vindicate the weak and the fatherless, The oppressed and the poor, see righted;

They know not, neither can they perceive, In darkness, they wander, All the foundations of the earth do shake.

Arise! O God, judge thou the earth, For, thou, wilt inherit all the nations.

Deliver the weak sad the needy, Out of the hand of the lawless, make rescue.

But indeed, like the earth-born, shall ye die! And, like one of the princes, shall ye fall!