God

Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah; Behold my affliction which I suffer of them that hate me, Thou that liftest me up from the gates of death;

That I may show forth all thy praise. In the gates of the daughter of Zion I will rejoice in thy salvation.

Jehovah hath made himself known, he hath executed judgment: The wicked is snared in the work of his own hands. [Higgaion. Selah

The wicked shall be turned back unto Sheol, Even all the nations that forget God.

Arise, O Jehovah; let not man prevail: Let the nations be judged in thy sight.

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

Why standest thou afar off, O Jehovah? Why hidest thou thyself in times of trouble?

For the wicked boasteth of his heart’s desire, And the covetous renounceth, yea, contemneth Jehovah.

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

His ways are firm at all times; Thy judgments are far above out of his sight: As for all his adversaries, he puffeth at them.

He saith in his heart: God hath forgotten; He hideth his face, he will never see it.

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

Wherefore doth the wicked contemn God, And say in his heart, Thou wilt not requireit?

Thou hast seenit; 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.

Break thou the arm of the wicked; And as for the evil man, seek out his wickedness till thou find none.

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

Jehovah, thou hast heard the desire of the meek: Thou wilt prepare their heart, thou wilt cause thine ear to hear;

In Jehovah do I take refuge: How say ye to my soul, Fleeasa bird to your mountain;

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

Jehovah trieth the righteous; But the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

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

For Jehovah is righteous; he loveth righteousness: The upright shall behold his face.

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.