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, thy destructions are come to a perpetual end; * even as the cities which thou hast destroyed, whose memorial is perished with them.
 
But the LORD shall endure for ever; * he hath also prepared his seat for judgment.
 
For he shall judge the world in righteousness, * and minister true judgment 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; * show 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 show all thy praises within the gates 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 judgment; * the ungodly is trapped in the work of his own hands.
 
The wicked shall be turned to destruction, * 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.

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 the LORD 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 judgments 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; * search out his ungodliness, until thou 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;
 
To help the fatherless and poor unto their right, * that the man of the earth be no more exalted against them.

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.
 
If the foundations be destroyed, * what can the righteous do?
 
The LORD is in his holy temple; * the LORD'S seat is in heaven.
 
His eyes consider the poor, * and his eyelids try the children of men.
 
The LORD approveth 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.

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