1 Unto the end the psalm of David. I Trust in our Lord, how say ye to my soul: Pass over unto the mountain as a sparrow?
1 Why, O Lord, hast thou retired afar off? Why dost thou slight us in our wants, in the time of trouble? Thy judgments are removed from his sight: he shall rule over all his enemies. He lieth in ambush, that he may catch the poor man: to catch the poor, whilst he draweth him to him. To thee is the poor man left: thou wilt be a helper to the orphan.
2 For behold sinners have bent the bow, they have prepared their arrows in the quiver, that they may shoot in the dark, at them that be right of heart.
2 Whilst the wicked man is proud, the poor is set on fire: they are caught in the counsels which they devise.
3 For they have destroyed the things, which thou didst perfit: but the just what hath he done?
3 For the sinner is praised in the desires of his soul: and the unjust man is blessed.
4 Our Lord is in his holy temple, our Lord his seat is in heaven.
4 The sinner hath provoked the Lord, according to the multitude of his wrath he will not seek him:
5 His eyes have respect unto the poor: his eye-lids examine the sons of men.
5 God is not before his eyes: his ways are filthy at all times.
6 Our Lord examineth the just and the impious but he that loveth iniquity, hateth his own soul.
6 For he hath said in his heart: I shall not be moved from generation to generation, and shall be without evil.
7 He shall rain snares upon sinners: fire and brimstone, and blast of storms the portion of their cup.
7 ¹His mouth is full of cursing, and of bitterness, and of deceit: under his tongue are labor and sorrow.
8 Because our Lord is just and hath loved justice: his countenance hath seen equity.
8 He sitteth in ambush with the rich, in private places, that he may kill the innocent.