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He hath said in his heart, GOD hath forgotten, - He hath veiled his face, Oh he hath never seen!

Wherefore hath the lawless one blasphemed God? He hath said in his heart, Thou wilt not require it !

Shatter thou the arm of the lawless one, And, as for the wrongful, wilt thou not enquire for his lawlessness - wilt thou not find it ?

Yahweh, is king, to times age-abiding and beyond, The nations have perished out of his land.

Yahweh, is in his holy temple As for Yahweh, in the heavens, is his throne, His eyes, behold - His eyelashes test the sons of men.

Yahweh, putteth, the righteous, to the test, - But the lawless one and the lover of violence, his soul doth hate.

For righteous is Yahweh Righteousness, he loveth, the upright, shall behold his face.

Deception, speak they, every one with his neighbour, - with lips uttering smooth things - with a heart and a heart, do they speak.

The impious hath said in his heart - There is no God! They have acted corruptly, they have done an abominable deed, there is none that doeth good.

The purpose of the poor, ye would put to shame, because, Yahweh, is his refuge.

Oh that, out of Zion, were granted the salvation of Israel! When Yahweh bringeth back the captives of his people, Jacob, shall exult, Israel, be glad.

He that walketh without blame, and doeth what is right, and speaketh truth with his heart;

Hath not carried slander on his tongue, hath not done his friend a wrong, nor, a reproach, taken up against his neighbour;

Despised in his sight, is the reprobate, but, them who revere Yahweh, he doth honour, he hath sworn to his neighbour, and will not change;

His silver, hath he not put out on interest, nor, a bribe against the innocent, hath he taken. He that doeth these things, shall not be shaken unto times age-abiding.

It belongeth unto the holy ones, whom, in his own land, Yahweh, ennobleth, In whom is all his delight

His likeness, is as a lion, that longeth to rend, and as a young lion, lurking in secret places.

Rise, Yahweh! Confront his face, Bring him down, Deliver my soul from the lawless one who is thy sword:

In my distress, called I on Yahweh, And, unto my God, made outcry for help, He heard, out of his temple, my voice, And my outcry for help came before him - entered into his ears!

There went up smoke in his nostrils, and, a fire out of his mouth, devoured, Live coals, were kindled from it: