The wicked have drawn out the sword, and have bent their bow, To cast down the poor and needy, To slay such as are upright in the way.

Though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down; For Jehovah upholdeth him with his hand.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him For the help of his countenance.

O my God, my soul is cast down within me: Therefore do I remember thee from the land of the Jordan, And the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him, Who is the help of my countenance, and my God.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him, Who is the help of my countenance, and my God.

Shall they escape by iniquity? In anger cast down the peoples, O God.

They have now compassed us in our steps; They set their eyes to cast us down to the earth.

Arise, O Jehovah, Confront him, cast him down: Deliver my soul from the wicked by thy sword;

O God thou hast cast us off, thou hast broken us down; Thou hast been angry; oh restore us again.

Thou hast made his brightness to cease, And cast his throne down to the ground.

Surely thou settest them in slippery places: Thou castest them down to destruction.