Bible Verses About Oppression

To judge the fatherless and bruised: He addeth no more to oppress--man of the earth!

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.

From the face of the wicked who spoiled me. Mine enemies in soul go round against me.

Why Thy face hidest Thou? Thou forgettest our afflictions and our oppression,

Trust not in oppression, And in robbery become not vain, Wealth--when it increaseth--set not the heart.

He judgeth the poor of the people, Giveth deliverance to the sons of the needy, And bruiseth the oppressor.

From fraud and from violence he redeemeth their soul, And precious is their blood in his eyes.

Let not the oppressed turn back ashamed, Let the poor and needy praise Thy name,

Jehovah is doing righteousness and judgments For all the oppressed.

Ain. I have done judgment and righteousness, Leave me not to mine oppressors.

Ransom me from the oppression of man, And I observe Thy precepts,

Be not envious of a man of violence, Nor fix thou on any of his ways.

An oppressor of the poor reproacheth his Maker, And whoso is honouring Him Is favouring the needy.

He is oppressing the poor to multiply to him, He is giving to the rich--only to want.

Rob not the poor because he is poor, And bruise not the afflicted in the gate.

A man--poor and oppressing the weak, Is a sweeping rain, and there is no bread.

A generation--swords are their teeth, And knives--their jaw-teeth, To consume the poor from earth, And the needy from among men.

And I have turned, and I see all the oppressions that are done under the sun, and lo, the tear of the oppressed, and they have no comforter; and at the hand of their oppressors is power, and they have no comforter.

If oppression of the poor, and violent taking away of judgment and righteousness thou seest in a province, do not marvel at the matter, for a higher than the high is observing, and high ones are over them.

Surely oppression maketh the wise mad, And a gift destroyeth the heart.

Seek judgment, make happy the oppressed, Judge the fatherless, strive for the widow.

Woe to those joining house to house, Field to field they bring near, till there is no place, And ye have been settled by yourselves In the midst of the land!

Whoso is walking righteously, And is speaking uprightly, Kicking against gain of oppressions, Shaking his hands from taking hold on a bribe, Stopping his ear from hearing of blood, And shutting his eyes from looking on evil,

He high places doth inhabit, Strongholds of rock are his high tower, His bread hath been given, his waters stedfast.

As a crane--a swallow--so I chatter, I mourn as a dove, Drawn up have been mine eyes on high, O Jehovah, oppression is on me, be my surety.