Psalm 10
LORD, why are you so far away in my crisis?
During my troubled times, why do you hide?
The wicked man hunts down the weak in his pride,
entraps them in schemes that he plots and devises.
He shamelessly boasts in his heart of his cravings,
blessing the greedy and cursing the LORD.
Quite proudly he makes sure that God is ignored;
he thinks, God is dead, in his internal ravings.
Successful in all things; your laws are rejected;
nothing to give to his foes but a sneer.
He says in his heart, I have nothing to fear;
my future is brighter than ever expected.
His mouth remains full of his cursing and violence;
trouble and malice are under his tongue.
He's lurking to ambush both old and the young,
while secretly watching the helpless in silence.
He creeps like a lion to pounce from a thicket,
seizing the poor he's drawn into his net.
His victims are crushed and collapse when beset;
the helpless ones fall to the strength of the wicked.
He says to himself, God won't notice or heed me;
hiding his face, he is closing his eyes.
O LORD, lift your hand up! Jehovah, arise!
Remember the humble; forget not the needy.
And why does the wicked renounce God and spite him?
Thinks in his heart, God won't make me explain.
But you see the trouble he causes with pain;
take matters in hand to repay and requite him.
You've helped out the poor and the orphan, defended.
Arms of the wicked, LORD, break every one;
go after all evil until there is none.
Forever the LORD is king! Nations have ended.
O LORD, hear the hopes of the helpless and bless them;
strengthen their hearts, LORD, and lend them your ear.
Bring justice to orphans, and those bent with fear;
so, men on earth cause no more fear nor oppress them.
During my troubled times, why do you hide?
The wicked man hunts down the weak in his pride,
entraps them in schemes that he plots and devises.
He shamelessly boasts in his heart of his cravings,
blessing the greedy and cursing the LORD.
Quite proudly he makes sure that God is ignored;
he thinks, God is dead, in his internal ravings.
Successful in all things; your laws are rejected;
nothing to give to his foes but a sneer.
He says in his heart, I have nothing to fear;
my future is brighter than ever expected.
His mouth remains full of his cursing and violence;
trouble and malice are under his tongue.
He's lurking to ambush both old and the young,
while secretly watching the helpless in silence.
He creeps like a lion to pounce from a thicket,
seizing the poor he's drawn into his net.
His victims are crushed and collapse when beset;
the helpless ones fall to the strength of the wicked.
He says to himself, God won't notice or heed me;
hiding his face, he is closing his eyes.
O LORD, lift your hand up! Jehovah, arise!
Remember the humble; forget not the needy.
And why does the wicked renounce God and spite him?
Thinks in his heart, God won't make me explain.
But you see the trouble he causes with pain;
take matters in hand to repay and requite him.
You've helped out the poor and the orphan, defended.
Arms of the wicked, LORD, break every one;
go after all evil until there is none.
Forever the LORD is king! Nations have ended.
O LORD, hear the hopes of the helpless and bless them;
strengthen their hearts, LORD, and lend them your ear.
Bring justice to orphans, and those bent with fear;
so, men on earth cause no more fear nor oppress them.
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