Rise! Yahweh, Save me, my God. Surely thou hast smitten all my foes on the cheekbone, The teeth of the lawless, hast thou broken.

Rise! Yahweh! in thine anger, Lift thyself up, because of the haughty outbursts of mine adversaries, Stir up for me the justice thou hast commanded:

Rise! Yahweh! let man not prevail, let the nations be judged before thee.

Rise, Yahweh! Confront his face, Bring him down, Deliver my soul from the lawless one who is thy sword:

I crushed them, and they were unable to rise, They fell under my feet.

There rise up witnesses helping forward violence and wrong, What I know not, they demand of me:

There did the workers of iniquity fall, - thrust down and not able to rise!

An infliction of the Abandoned One hath been fixed upon him, and, now that he hath lien down, he will not again rise.

Who will rise up for me, against the evil-doers? Who will make a stand for me, against the workers of iniquity?

Mountains rise, Valleys sink, Unto the place which thou hast fixed for them;

Do I not hate, them who hate thee, O Yahweh? And loathe, them who rise up against thee?

May there be dropped on them live coals, - Into the fire, may they be let fall, into watery pits from which they shall not rise.