Put them in fear, O Jehovah: Let the nations know themselves to be but men. {{Selah

In the pride of the wicked the poor is hotly pursued; Let them be taken in the devices that they have conceived.

The wicked, in the pride of his countenance, [saith], He will not require [it] . All his thoughts are, There is no God.

He saith in his heart, I shall not be moved; To all generations I shall not be in adversity.

He sitteth in the lurking-places of the villages; In the secret places doth he murder the innocent; His eyes are privily set against the helpless.

He croucheth, he boweth down, And the helpless fall by his strong ones.

Arise, O Jehovah; O God, lift up thy hand: Forget not the poor.

Thou hast seen [it] ; for thou beholdest mischief and spite, to requite it with thy hand: The helpless committeth [himself] unto thee; Thou hast been the helper of the fatherless.

Jehovah is King for ever and ever: The nations are perished out of his land.

To judge the fatherless and the oppressed, That man who is of the earth may be terrible no more.

For, lo, the wicked bend the bow, They make ready their arrow upon the string, That they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart;

Jehovah is in his holy temple; Jehovah, his throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

Upon the wicked he will rain snares; Fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.

[For the Chief Musician; set to the Sheminith. A Psalm of David]. Help, Jehovah; For the godly man ceaseth; For the faithful fail from among the children of men.

Jehovah will cut off all flattering lips, The tongue that speaketh great things;

Because of the oppression of the poor, because of the sighing of the needy, Now will I arise, saith Jehovah; I will set him in the safety he panteth for.

Thou wilt keep them, O Jehovah, Thou wilt preserve them from this generation for ever.

[For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David]. How long, O Jehovah? wilt thou forget me for ever? How long wilt thou hide thy face from me?

Consider [and] answer me, O Jehovah my God: Lighten mine eyes, lest I sleep the [sleep of] death;

But I have trusted in thy lovingkindness; My heart shall rejoice in thy salvation.

[For the Chief Musician. [A Psalm] of David]. The fool hath said in his heart, There is no God. They are corrupt, they have done abominable works; There is none that doeth good.

They are all gone aside; They are together become filthy; There is none that doeth good, no, not one.

There were they in great fear; For God is in the generation of the righteous.

Oh that the salvation of Israel were come out of Zion! When Jehovah bringeth back the captivity of his people, Then shall Jacob rejoice, [and] Israel shall be glad.