Why do you stand far off, O Lord :
why do you hide your face in time of need?
The ungodly in their pride persecute the poor :
let them be caught in the schemes they have devised.
For the ungodly man boasts of his hearts desire :
he grasps at profit, he spurns and blasphemes the Lord.
He says in his arrogance God will not avenge :
There is no God is all his thought.
He is settled in all his ways :
your statutes, O Lord, are far above him,
and he does not see.
He snorts defiance at his enemies, he says in his heart
I shall never be shaken :
I shall walk secure from any mans curse.
His mouth is full of oppression and deceit :
mischief and wickedness lie under his tongue.
He skulks about in the villages :
and secretly murders the innocent.
His eyes watch out for the helpless :
he lurks concealed like a lion in a thicket.
He lies in wait to seize upon the poor :
he lays hold on the poor man and drags him off in his net.
The upright are crushed and humbled before him :
and the helpless fall into his power.
He says in his heart God has forgotten :
he has covered his face and sees nothing.
Arise, O Lord God, lift up your hand :
forget not the poor for ever.
Why should the wicked man spurn God :
why should he say in his heart He will not avenge?
Surely you see the trouble and the sorrow :
you look on, and will take it into your own hands.
The helpless commits himself to you :
for you are the helper of the fatherless.
Break the power of the ungodly :
search out his wickedness till it is found no more.
The Lord is king for ever and ever :
the heathen have perished from his land.
You have heard the longing of the meek, O Lord :
you turned your ear to their hearts desire,
To help the poor and fatherless to their right :
that men may no more be terrified from their land.