For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.

To judge the fatherless and the oppressed, that the man of the earth may no more oppress.

Lord, thou hast heard the desire of the humble: thou wilt prepare their heart, thou wilt cause thine ear to hear:

Break thou the arm of the wicked and the evil man: seek out his wickedness till thou find none.

Arise, O Lord; O God, lift up thine hand: forget not the humble.

He croucheth, and humbleth himself, that the poor may fall by his strong ones.

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.

He croucheth, and humbleth himself, that the poor may fall by his strong ones.

He hath said in his heart, I shall not be moved: for I shall never be in adversity.

The wicked, through the pride of his countenance, will not seek after God: God is not in all his thoughts.