Psalms 10

A prayer for the overthrow of the wicked.

In the pride of the wicked the poor is hotly pursued;

For the wicked boasteth of his heart’s desire,

The wicked, in the pride of his countenance, saith, He will not require it.

His ways are firm at all times;

He saith in his heart, I shall not be moved;

His mouth is full of cursing and deceit and oppression:

He sitteth in the lurking-places of the villages;

He lurketh in secret as a lion in his covert;

He croucheth, he boweth down,

He saith in his heart: God hath forgotten;

Arise, O Jehovah; O God, lift up thy hand:

Wherefore doth the wicked contemn God,

Thou hast seen it; for thou beholdest mischief and spite, to requite it with thy hand:

Break thou the arm of the wicked;

Jehovah is King for ever and ever:

Jehovah, thou hast heard the desire of the meek:

To judge the fatherless and the oppressed,