The wicked in their pride pursue and make the poor their prey;
Let them be taken in the snare which they for others lay.
The wicked, thru his pride of face, on God will never call;
And in the counsels of his heart the Lord is not at all.
Within his heart he thus hath said, I never moved shall be;
And no adversity at all shall ever come to me.
With cursing, fraud, and foul deceit, his mouth is always filled;
While vanity and mischief lie beneath his tongue concealed.
Arise, Eternal, O my God, lift up Thy hand on high;
Put not the poor and humble ones out of Thy memory.
O judge the fatherless and those beneath oppression sore;
That man, who is but sprung of earth, may them oppress no more.