Be attentive to the voice of my cry, My king and my God, For unto Thee I pray habitually.

Let, I pray Thee be ended the evil of the wicked, And establish Thou the righteous, And a trier of hearts and reins is the righteous God.

Through the pride of the wicked, Is the poor inflamed, They are caught in devices that they devised.

He lieth in wait in a secret place, as a lion in a covert. He lieth in wait to catch the poor, He catcheth the poor, drawing him into his net.

Because of the spoiling of the poor, Because of the groaning of the needy, Now do I arise, saith Jehovah, I set in safety him who doth breathe for it.

Sayings of Jehovah are pure sayings; Silver tried in a furnace of earth refined sevenfold.

The counsel of the poor ye cause to stink, Because Jehovah is his refuge.

Multiplied are their griefs, Who have hastened backward; I pour not out their libations of blood, Nor do I take up their names on my lips.

With the pure Thou showest Thyself pure, And with the perverse showest Thyself a wrestler,

For Thou a poor people savest, And the eyes of the high causest to fall.

The precepts of Jehovah are upright, Rejoicing the heart, The command of Jehovah is pure, enlightening the eyes,

Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.

The clean of hands, and pure of heart, Who hath not lifted up to vanity his soul, Nor hath sworn to deceit.

See mine affliction and my misery, And bear with all my sins.

The voice of Jehovah is with power, The voice of Jehovah is with majesty,

The voice of Jehovah paineth the oaks, And maketh bare the forests, And in His temple every one saith, 'Glory.'

For this doth every saintly one pray to Thee, As the time to find. Surely at an overflowing of many waters, Unto him they come not.

The king is not saved by the multitude of a force. A mighty man is not delivered, By abundance of power.

This poor one called, and Jehovah heard, And from all his distresses saved him.

All my bones say, 'Jehovah, who is like Thee, Delivering the poor from the stronger than he, And the poor and needy from his plunderer.'

A sword have the wicked opened, And they have trodden their bow, To cause to fall the poor and needy, To slaughter the upright of the way.

My heart is panting, my power hath forsaken me, And the light of mine eyes, Even they are not with me.

And I am poor and needy, The Lord doth devise for me. My help and my deliverer art Thou, O my God, tarry Thou not.

To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. O the happiness of him Who is acting wisely unto the poor, In a day of evil doth Jehovah deliver him.

These I remember, and pour out my soul in me, For I pass over into the booth, I go softly with them unto the house of God, With the voice of singing and confession, The multitude keeping feast!

Daughters of kings are among thy precious ones, A queen hath stood at thy right hand, In pure gold of Ophir.

Understand this, I pray you, Ye who are forgetting God, Lest I tear, and there is no deliverer.

Against Thee, Thee only, I have sinned, And done the evil thing in Thine eyes, So that Thou art righteous in Thy words, Thou art pure in Thy judging.

For an enemy reproacheth me not, or I bear it, He who is hating me Hath not magnified himself against me, Or I hide from him.

Trust in Him at all times, O people, Pour forth before Him your heart, God is a refuge for us. Selah.

Establishing mountains by His power, He hath been girded with might,

Thy company have dwelt in it, Thou preparest in Thy goodness for the poor, O God.

Pour upon them Thine indignation, And the fierceness of Thine anger doth seize them.

And I am poor and needy, O God, haste to me, My help and my deliverer art Thou, O Jehovah, tarry Thou not!

Cast me not off at the time of old age, According to the consumption of my power forsake me not.

He judgeth Thy people with righteousness, And Thy poor with judgment.

The mountains bear peace to the people, And the heights by righteousness.

He judgeth the poor of the people, Giveth deliverance to the sons of the needy, And bruiseth the oppressor.

For he delivereth the needy who crieth, And the poor when he hath no helper,

He hath pity on the poor and needy, And the souls of the needy he saveth,

Give not up to a company, The soul of Thy turtle-dove, The company of Thy poor ones forget not for ever.

Let not the oppressed turn back ashamed, Let the poor and needy praise Thy name,

Bright art Thou, honourable above hills of prey.

Pour Thy fury on the nations who have not known Thee, And on kingdoms that have not called in Thy name.

A boar out of the forest doth waste it, And a wild beast of the fields consumeth it.

Judge ye the weak and fatherless, The afflicted and the poor declare righteous.

A Prayer of David. Incline, O Jehovah, Thine ear, Answer me, for I am poor and needy.

Remember, I pray Thee, what is life-time? Wherefore in vain hast Thou created All the sons of men?

Who knoweth the power of Thine anger? And according to Thy fear -- Thy wrath?

On the hands they bear thee up, Lest thou smite against a stone thy foot.

He hath humbled in the way my power, He hath shortened my days.

Bless Jehovah, ye His messengers, Mighty in power -- doing His word, To hearken to the voice of His Word.

The young lions are roaring for prey, And to seek from God their food.

And they are coupled to Baal-Peor, And eat the sacrifices of the dead,

Because that he hath not remembered to do kindness, And pursueth the poor man and needy, And the smitten of heart -- to slay,

For I am poor and needy, And my heart hath been pierced in my midst.

Prey He hath given to those fearing Him, He remembereth to the age His covenant.

The power of His works He hath declared to His people, To give to them the inheritance of nations.

He is raising up from the dust the poor, From a dunghill He exalteth the needy.

Why do the nations say, 'Where, pray, is their God.

And in the name of Jehovah I call: I pray Thee, O Jehovah, deliver my soul,

My vows to Jehovah let me complete, I pray you, before all His people.

My vows to Jehovah let me complete, I pray you, before all His people,

I pray you, let Israel say, That, to the age is His kindness.

I pray you, let the house of Aaron say, That, to the age is His kindness.

I pray you, let those fearing Jehovah say, That, to the age is His kindness.

I beseech Thee, O Jehovah, save, I pray Thee, I beseech Thee, O Jehovah, prosper, I pray Thee.

Let, I pray Thee, Thy kindness be to comfort me, According to Thy saying to Thy servant.

Free-will-offerings of my mouth, Accept, I pray Thee, O Jehovah, And Thy judgments teach Thou me.

For the sake of my brethren and my companions, Let me speak, I pray thee, 'Peace be in thee.'

A Song of the Ascents, by David. Save for Jehovah -- who hath been for us, (Pray, let Israel say),

Blessed is Jehovah who hath not given us, A prey to their teeth.

A Song of the Ascents. Often they distressed me from my youth, Pray, let Israel say:

But to Thee, O Jehovah, my Lord, are mine eyes, In Thee I have trusted, Make not bare my soul.

I pour forth before Him my meditation, My distress before Him I declare.

Great is our Lord, and abundant in power, Of His understanding there is no narration.