Ut quid, Domine?
Why do you stand so far off, O Lord, *
and hide yourself in time of trouble?
The wicked arrogantly persecute the poor, *
but they are trapped in the schemes they have devised.
The wicked boast of their heart’s desire; *
the covetous curse and revile the Lord.
The wicked are so proud that they care not for God; *
their only thought is, “God does not matter.”
Their ways are devious at all times;
your judgments are far above out of their sight; *
they defy all their enemies.
They say in their heart, “I shall not be shaken; *
no harm shall happen to me ever.”
Their mouth is full of cursing, deceit, and oppression; *
under their tongue are mischief and wrong.
They lurk in ambush in public squares
and in secret places they murder the innocent; *
they spy out the helpless.
They lie in wait, like a lion in a covert;
they lie in wait to seize upon the lowly; *
they seize the lowly and drag them away in their net.
The innocent are broken and humbled before them; *
the helpless fall before their power.
They say in their heart, “God has forgotten; *
he hides his face; he will never notice.”
Rise up, O Lord;
lift up your hand, O God; *
do not forget the afflicted.
Why should the wicked revile God? *
why should they say in their heart, “You do not care”?
Surely, you behold trouble and misery; *
you see it and take it into your own hand.
The helpless commit themselves to you, *
for you are the helper of orphans.
Break the power of the wicked and evil; *
search out their wickedness until you find none.
The Lord is King for ever and ever; *
the ungodly shall perish from his land.
The Lord will hear the desire of the humble; *
you will strengthen their heart and your ears shall hear;
To give justice to the orphan and oppressed, *
so that mere mortals may strike terror no more.
In Domino confido
In the Lord have I taken refuge; *
how then can you say to me,
“Fly away like a bird to the hilltop;
For see how the wicked bend the bow
and fit their arrows to the string, *
to shoot from ambush at the true of heart.
When the foundations are being destroyed, *
what can the righteous do?”
The Lord is in his holy temple; *
the Lord’s throne is in heaven.
His eyes behold the inhabited world; *
his piercing eye weighs our worth.
The Lord weighs the righteous as well as the wicked, *
but those who delight in violence he abhors.
Upon the wicked he shall rain coals of fire and burning sulphur; *
a scorching wind shall be their lot.
For the Lord is righteous;
he delights in righteous deeds; *
and the just shall see his face.