I will give thanks unto thee, O Lord, with my whole heart *
I will speak of all thy marvellous works.
I will be glad and rejoice in thee *
yea, my songs will I make of thy Name, O thou most Highest.
While mine enemies are driven back *
they shall fall and perish at thy presence.
For thou hast maintained my right and my cause *
thou art set in the throne that judgest right.
Thou hast rebuked the heathen, and destroyed the ungodly *
thou hast put out their name for ever and ever.
O thou enemy, destructions are come to a perpetual end *
even as the cities which thou hast destroyed, their memorial is perished with them.
But the Lord shall endure for ever *
he hath also prepared his seat for judgement.
For he shall judge the world in righteousness *
and minister true judgement unto the people.
The Lord also will be a defence for the oppressed *
even a refuge in due time of trouble.
And they that know thy Name will put their trust in thee *
for thou, Lord, hast never failed them that seek thee.
O praise the Lord which dwelleth in Sion *
shew the people of his doings.
For when he maketh inquisition for blood, he remembereth them *
and forgetteth not the complaint of the poor.
Have mercy upon me, O Lord; consider the trouble which I suffer of them that hate me *
thou that liftest me up from the gates of death.
That I may shew all thy praises within the ports of the daughter of Sion *
I will rejoice in thy salvation.
The heathen are sunk down in the pit that they made *
in the same net which they hid privily, is their foot taken.
The Lord is known to execute judgement *
the ungodly is trapped in the work of his own hands.
The wicked shall be turned into hell *
and all the people that forget God.
For the poor shall not alway be forgotten *
the patient abiding of the meek shall not perish for ever.
Up, Lord, and let not man have the upper hand *
let the heathen be judged in thy sight.
Put them in fear, O Lord *
that the heathen may know themselves to be but men.
Ut quid, Domine?
Why standest thou so far off, O Lord *
and hidest thy face in the needful time of trouble?
The ungodly for his own lust doth persecute the poor *
let them be taken in the crafty wiliness that they have imagined.
For the ungodly hath made boast of his own heart’s desire *
and speaketh good of the covetous, whom God abhorreth.
The ungodly is so proud, that he careth not for God *
neither is God in all his thoughts.
His ways are alway grievous *
thy judgements are far above out of his sight, and therefore defieth he all his enemies.
For he hath said in his heart, Tush, I shall never be cast down *
there shall no harm happen unto me.
His mouth is full of cursing, deceit, and fraud *
under his tongue is ungodliness and vanity.
He sitteth lurking in the thievish corners of the streets *
and privily in his lurking dens doth he murder the innocent; his eyes are set against the poor.
For he lieth waiting secretly, even as a lion lurketh he in his den *
that he may ravish the poor.
He doth ravish the poor *
when he getteth him into his net.
He falleth down, and humbleth himself *
that the congregation of the poor may fall into the hands of his captains.
He hath said in his heart, Tush, God hath forgotten *
he hideth away his face, and he will never see it.
Arise, O Lord God, and lift up thine hand *
forget not the poor.
Wherefore should the wicked blaspheme God *
while he doth say in his heart, Tush, thou God carest not for it.
Surely thou hast seen it *
for thou beholdest ungodliness and wrong.
That thou mayest take the matter into thy hand *
the poor committeth himself unto thee; for thou art the helper of the friendless.
Break thou the power of the ungodly and malicious *
take away his ungodliness, and thou shalt find none.
The Lord is King for ever and ever *
and the heathen are perished out of the land.
Lord, thou hast heard the desire of the poor *
thou preparest their heart, and thine ear hearkeneth thereto;
To help the fatherless and poor unto their right *
that the man of the earth be no more exalted against them.
In Domino confido
In the Lord put I my trust *
how say ye then to my soul, that she should flee as a bird unto the hill?
For lo, the ungodly bend their bow, and make ready their arrows within the quiver *
that they may privily shoot at them which are true of heart.
For the foundations will be cast down *
and what hath the righteous done?
The Lord is in his holy temple *
the Lord’s seat is in heaven.
His eyes consider the poor *
and his eye-lids try the children of men.
The Lord alloweth the righteous *
but the ungodly, and him that delighteth in wickedness, doth his soul abhor.
Upon the ungodly he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, storm and tempest *
this shall be their portion to drink.
For the righteous Lord loveth righteousness *
his countenance will behold the thing that is just.