He croucheth, and humbleth himself,
that the poor may fall by his strong ones.
He hath said in his heart, God hath forgotten:
he hideth his face; he will never see it.

He lieth in wait secretly as a lion in his den:
he lieth in wait to catch the poor:
he doth catch the poor, when he draweth him into his net.

His mouth is full of cursing and deceit and fraud:
under his tongue is mischief and vanity.
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 poor.

His ways are always grievous;
thy judgments are far above out of his sight:
as for all his enemies, he puffeth at them.
He hath said in his heart, I shall not be moved:
for I shall never be in adversity.

For the wicked boasteth of his heart's desire,
and blesseth the covetous, whom the LORD abhorreth.
The wicked, through the pride of his countenance, will not seek after God:
God is not in all his thoughts.

Why standest thou afar off, O LORD?
why hidest thou thyself in times of trouble?
The wicked in his pride doth persecute the poor:
let them be taken in the devices that they have imagined.

Arise, O LORD; let not man prevail:
let the heathen be judged in thy sight.
Put them in fear, O LORD:
that the nations may know themselves to be but men. Selah.

The wicked shall be turned into hell,
and all the nations that forget God.
For the needy shall not alway be forgotten:
the expectation of the poor shall not perish for ever.

The heathen are sunk down in the pit that they made:
in the net which they hid is their own foot taken.
The LORD is known by the judgment which he executeth:
the wicked is snared in the work of his own hands. Higgaion. Selah.

Have mercy upon me, O LORD;
consider my trouble which I suffer of them that hate me,
thou that liftest me up from the gates of death:
That I may shew forth all thy praise
in the gates of the daughter of Zion:
I will rejoice in thy salvation.