1 Why standest thou far off, O Lord, and hidest
thee in due time, even in affliction?
2 The wicked with pride doth persecute the
poor; let them be taken in the crafts that they have
3 For the wicked hath made boast of his own
heart’s desire, and the covetous blesseth himself, he
contemneth the Lord.
4 The wicked is so proud, that he seeketh not
for God: he thinketh always, There is no God.
5 His ways always prosper: thy judgments are
high above his sight; therefore defieth he all his
6 He saith in his heart, I shall never be moved,
nor be in danger.
7 His mouth is full of cursing, and deceit, and
fraud; under his tongue is mischief and iniquity.
8 He lieth in wait in the villages; in the secret
places doth he murder the innocent; his eyes are
bent against the poor.
9 He lieth in wait secretly, even as a lion in his
den; he lieth in wait to spoil the poor; he doth spoil
the poor, when he draweth him into his net.
10 He croucheth and boweth; therefore heaps of
the poor do fall by his might.
11 He hath said in his heart, God hath forgotten,
he hideth away his face, and will never see.
12 Arise, O Lord God, lift up thine hand; forget
not the poor.
13 Wherefore doth the wicked contemn God? he
saith in his heart, Thou wilt not regard.
14 Yet thou hast seen it; for thou beholdest mischief
and wrong; that thou mayest take it into thine
hands; the poor committeth himself unto thee; for
thou art the helper of the fatherless.
15 Break thou the arm of the wicked and malicious;
search his wickedness, and thou shalt find none.
16 The Lord is King forever and ever; the heathen
are destroyed forth of his land.
17 Lord, thou hast heard the desire of the poor; thou
preparest their heart; thou bendest thine ear to them,
18 To judge the fatherless and poor, that earthly
man cause to fear no more.