8 O Lord, our Lord, how excellent is Thy name in all the earth, who hast set Thy glory above the heavens!

² Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings hast Thou ordained strength because of Thine enemies, that Thou mightest still the enemy and the avenger.

³ When I consider Thy heavens, the work of Thy fingers, the moon and the stars which Thou hast ordained,

⁴ what is man that Thou art mindful of him, and the son of man that Thou dost visit him?

⁵ For Thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honor.

⁶ Thou hast made him to have dominion over the works of Thy hands; Thou hast put all things under his feet,

⁷ all sheep and oxen, yea, and the beasts of the field,

⁸ the fowl of the air, and the fish of the sea, and whatsoever passeth through the paths of the seas.

⁹ O Lord, our Lord, how excellent is Thy name in all the earth!

9 I will praise Thee, O Lord, with my whole heart; I will show forth all Thy marvelous works.

² I will be glad and rejoice in Thee; I will sing praise to Thy name, O Thou Most High.

³ When mine enemies are turned back, they shall fall and perish at Thy presence.

⁴ For Thou hast maintained my right and my cause; Thou sittest on the throne judging right.

⁵ Thou hast rebuked the heathen, Thou hast destroyed the wicked; Thou hast blotted out their name for ever and ever.

⁶ O thou enemy, destructions are come to a perpetual end: and Thou hast destroyed their cities; their memorial is perished with them.

⁷ But the Lord shall endure for ever; He hath prepared His throne for judgment.

⁸ And He shall judge the world with righteousness; He shall minister judgment to the people in uprightness.

⁹ The Lord also will be a refuge for the oppressed, a refuge in times of trouble.

¹⁰ And they that know Thy name will put their trust in Thee; for Thou, Lord, hast not forsaken them that seek Thee.

¹¹ Sing praises to the Lord who dwelleth in Zion! Declare among the people His doings.

¹² When He maketh inquisition for blood, He remembereth them; He forgetteth not the cry of the humble.

¹³ Have mercy upon me, O Lord! Consider my trouble which I suffer from them that hate me, Thou that liftest me up from the gates of death,

¹⁴ that I may show forth all Thy praise at the gates of the daughter of Zion. I will rejoice in Thy salvation.

¹⁵ The heathen have sunk down into the pit that they made; in the net which they hid, their own foot is taken.

¹⁶ The Lord is known by the judgment which He executeth; the wicked is snared in the work of his own hands. Higgaion. Selah

¹⁷ The wicked shall be turned into hell, and all the nations that forget God.

¹⁸ For the needy shall not always be forgotten; the expectation of the poor shall not perish for ever.

¹⁹ Arise, O Lord, let not man prevail; let the heathen be judged in Thy sight.

²⁰ Put them in fear, O Lord; that the nations may know themselves to be but men. Selah

10 Why standest Thou afar off, O Lord? Why hidest Thou Thyself in times of trouble?

² The wicked in his pride doth persecute the poor; let them be caught in the devices that they have contrived.

³ For the wicked boasteth of his heart’s desire, and blesseth the covetous whom the Lord abhorreth.

⁴ The wicked, in the pride of his countenance, will not seek after God; God is not in all his thoughts.

⁵ His ways are always grievous; Thy judgments are far above, out of his sight; as for all his enemies, he puffeth at them.

⁶ He hath said in his heart, “I shall not be moved, for I shall never be in adversity.”

⁷ His mouth is full of cursing and deceit and fraud; under his tongue is mischief and vanity.

⁸ He sitteth in the lurking places of the villages; in secret places doth he murder the innocent; his eyes are privily set against the poor.

⁹ 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.

¹⁰ He croucheth and humbleth himself, that the poor may fall by his strong ones.

¹¹ He hath said in his heart, “God hath forgotten; He hideth His face, He will never see it.”

¹² Arise, O Lord! O God, lift up Thine hand! Forget not the humble.

¹³ Why doth the wicked contemn God? He hath said in his heart, “Thou wilt not keep account.”

¹⁴ But Thou hast seen it, for Thou beholdest mischief and spite, to requite it with Thy hand. The poor committeth himself unto Thee; Thou art the helper of the fatherless.

¹⁵ Break Thou the arm of the wicked and the evil man; seek out his wickedness until Thou find none.

¹⁶ The Lord is King for ever and ever; the heathen have perished out of His land.

¹⁷ Lord, Thou hast heard the desire of the humble; Thou wilt prepare their heart, Thou wilt cause Thine ear to hear,

¹⁸ to judge the fatherless and the oppressed, that the man of the earth may no more oppress.