God

Favour me, O Jehovah, See mine affliction by those hating me, Thou who liftest me up from the gates of death,

So that I recount all Thy praise, In the gates of the daughter of Zion. I rejoice on Thy salvation.

Jehovah hath been known, Judgment He hath done, By a work of his hands Hath the wicked been snared. Meditation. Selah.

The wicked do turn back to Sheol, All nations forgetting God.

Rise, O Jehovah, let not man be strong, Let nations be judged before Thy face.

Appoint, O Jehovah, a director to them, Let nations know they are men! Selah.

Why, Jehovah, dost Thou stand at a distance? Thou dost hide in times of adversity,

Because the wicked hath boasted Of the desire of his soul, And a dishonest gainer he hath blessed, He hath despised Jehovah.

The wicked according to the height of his face, inquireth not. `God is not!' are all his devices.

Pain do his ways at all times, On high are Thy judgments before him, All his adversaries--he puffeth at them.

He said in his heart, `God hath forgotten, He hath hid His face, He hath never seen.'

Arise, O Jehovah! O God, lift up Thy hand! Forget not the humble.

Wherefore hath the wicked despised God? He hath said in his heart, `It is not required.'

Thou hast seen, For Thou perverseness and anger beholdest; By giving into Thy hand, On Thee doth the afflicted leave it , Of the fatherless Thou hast been an helper.

Break the arm of the wicked and the evil, Seek out his wickedness, find none;

Jehovah is king to the age, and for ever, The nations have perished out of His land!

The desire of the humble Thou hast heard, O Jehovah. Thou preparest their heart; Thou causest Thine ear to attend,

To the Overseer. --By David. In Jehovah I trusted, how say ye to my soul, `They moved to Thy mountain for the bird?

`Jehovah is in his holy temple: Jehovah--in the heavens is His throne. His eyes see--His eyelids try the sons of men.

Jehovah the righteous doth try. And the wicked and the lover of violence, Hath His soul hated,

He poureth on the wicked snares, fire, and brimstone, And a horrible wind is the portion of their cup.

For righteous is Jehovah, Righteousness He hath loved, The upright doth His countenance see!'

To the Overseer, on the octave. --A Psalm of David. Save, Jehovah, for the saintly hath failed, For the stedfast have ceased From the sons of men:

Jehovah doth cut off all lips of flattery, A tongue speaking great things,

Because of the spoiling of the poor, Because of the groaning of the needy, Now do I arise, saith Jehovah, I set in safety him who doth breathe for it.