1Why standest thou afar off, O LORD? why hidest thou thyself in times of trouble?
2The wicked in his pride doth persecute the poor: let them be taken in the devices that they have imagined.*
3For the wicked boasteth of his heart’s desire, and blesseth the covetous, whom the LORD abhorreth.*
4The wicked, through the pride of his countenance, will not seek after God: God is not in all his thoughts.*
5His ways are always grievous; thy judgments are far above out of his sight: as for all his enemies, he puffeth at them.
8He sitteth in the lurking places of the villages: in the secret places doth he murder the innocent: his eyes are privily set against the poor.*
9He lieth in wait secretly as a lion in his den: he lieth in wait to catch the poor: he doth catch the poor, when he draweth him into his net.*
11He hath said in his heart, God hath forgotten: he hideth his face; he will never see it.
13Wherefore doth the wicked contemn God? he hath said in his heart, Thou wilt not require it.
14Thou hast seen it; for thou beholdest mischief and spite, to requite it with thy hand: the poor committeth himself unto thee; thou art the helper of the fatherless.*
15Break thou the arm of the wicked and the evil man: seek out his wickedness till thou find none.
16The LORD is King for ever and ever: the heathen are perished out of his land.