| 1. | Why standest thou afar off, O Jehovah? Why hidest thou thyself in times of trouble? |
| 2. | In the pride of the wicked the poor is hotly pursued; Let them be taken in the devices that they have conceived. |
| 3. | For the wicked boasteth of his heart's desire, And the covetous renounceth, `yea', contemneth Jehovah. |
| 4. | The wicked, in the pride of his countenance, `saith', He will not require `it'. All his thoughts are, There is no God. |
| 5. | His ways are firm at all times; Thy judgments are far above out of his sight: As for all his adversaries, he puffeth at them. |
| 6. | He saith in his heart, I shall not be moved; To all generations I shall not be in adversity. |
| 7. | His mouth is full of cursing and deceit and oppression: Under his tongue is mischief and iniquity. |
| 8. | He sitteth in the lurking-places of the villages; In the secret places doth he murder the innocent; His eyes are privily set against the helpless. |
| 9. | He lurketh in secret as a lion in his covert; He lieth in wait to catch the poor: He doth catch the poor, when he draweth him in his net. |
| 10. | He croucheth, he boweth down, And the helpless fall by his strong ones. |
| 11. | He saith in his heart, God hath forgotten; He hideth his face; he will never see it. |
| 12. | Arise, O Jehovah; O God, lift up thy hand: Forget not the poor. |
| 13. | Wherefore doth the wicked contemn God, And say in his heart, Thou wilt not require `it'? |
| 14. | Thou hast seen `it'; for thou beholdest mischief and spite, to requite it with thy hand: The helpless committeth `himself' unto thee; Thou hast been the helper of the fatherless. |
| 15. | Break thou the arm of the wicked; And as for the evil man, seek out his wickedness till thou find none. |
| 16. | Jehovah is King for ever and ever: The nations are perished out of his land. |
| 17. | Jehovah, thou hast heard the desire of the meek: Thou wilt prepare their heart, thou wilt cause thine ear to hear; |
| 18. | To judge the fatherless and the oppressed, That man who is of the earth may be terrible no more. Psalm 11 For the Chief Musician. `A Psalm' of David. |