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For requiring their blood, he hath remembered them: he hath not forgotten the cry of the poor.

Have mercy on me, O Lord: see my humiliation which I suffer from my enemies.

I will rejoice in thy salvation: the Gentiles have stuck fast in the destruction which they prepared. Their foot hath been taken in the very snare which they hid.

The Lord shall be known when he executeth judgments: the sinner hath been caught in the works of his own hands.

For the poor man shall not be forgotten to the end: the patience of the poor shall not perish for ever.

Arise, O Lord, let not man be strengthened: let the Gentiles be judged in thy sight.

Unto the end. A psalm to David.

For, lo, the wicked have bent their bow: they have prepared their arrows in the quiver, to shoot in the dark the upright of heart.

For they have destroyed the things which thou hast made: but what has the just man done?

The Lord is in his holy temple, the Lord's throne is in heaven. His eyes look on the poor man: his eyelids examine the sons of men.

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

¶ Arise, O LORD; O God, lift up thine hand: forget not the humble.

Wherefore doth the wicked contemn God? he hath said in his heart, Thou wilt not require it.

Thou 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.

Break thou the arm of the wicked and the evil man: seek out his wickedness till thou find none.

The LORD is King for ever and ever: the heathen are perished out of his land.

LORD, thou hast heard the desire of the humble: thou wilt prepare their heart, thou wilt cause thine ear to hear:

Unto the end: for the octave, a psalm for David.

May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things.

Who have said: We will magnify our tongue: our lips are our own: who is Lord over us?

By reason of the misery of the needy, and the groans of the poor, now will I arise, saith the Lord. I will set him in safety: I will deal confidently in his regard.

The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried by the fire, purged from the earth, refined seven times.

Unto the end, a psalm for David. How long, O Lord, wilt thou forget me unto the end? how long dost thou turn away thy face from me?

How long shall my enemy be exalted over me?

Lest at any time my enemy say: I have prevailed against him. They that trouble me, will rejoice when I am moved: