O Lord God to whom vengeance belongs :
O God to whom vengeance belongs, shine out in glory.
Arise, judge of the earth :
and requite the proud as they deserve.
Lord, how long shall the wicked :
how long shall the wicked triumph?
How long shall all evildoers pour out words :
how long shall they boast and flaunt themselves?
They crush your people, O Lord :
they oppress your own possession.
They murder the widow and the alien :
they put the fatherless to death.
And they say The Lord does not see :
nor does the God of Jacob consider it.
Consider this, you senseless among the people :
fools, when will you understand?
He who planted the ear, does he not hear :
he who formed the eye, does he not see?
He who disciplines the nations, will he not punish :
has the teacher of mankind no knowledge?
The Lord knows the thoughts of man :
he knows that they are mere breath.
Blessed is the man whom you discipline, O Lord :
and teach from your law,
Giving him rest from days of misery :
till a pit is dug for the wicked.
The Lord will not cast off his people :
nor will he forsake his own.
For justice shall return to the righteous man :
and, with him, to all the true of heart.
Who will stand up for me against the wicked :
who will take my part against the evildoers?
If the Lord had not been my helper :
I would soon have dwelt in the land of silence.
But when I said My foot has slipped :
your mercy, O Lord, was holding me.
In all the doubts of my heart :
your consolations delighted my soul.
Will you be any friend to the court of wickedness :
that contrives evil by means of law?
They band together against the life of the righteous :
and condemn innocent blood.
But the Lord is my stronghold :
my God is my rock and my refuge.
Let him requite them for their wickedness,