The wicked, through the pride of his arrogance, will not seek after God. God is not in his thoughts. His ways are grievous. Your judgments, oh Jehovah, are beyond his sight. He scoffs at all of his enemies.
He has said in his heart, “I shall not be moved, for I shall never be in adversity. From generation to generation I will be without calamity.”
His mouth is full of cursing and deceit and fraud. Under his tongue is trouble and malice. He waits in ambush near the villages. In the secret places he murders the innocent. His eyes are on the lookout for the helpless. He lies in wait secretly as a lion in his den lies in wait to catch the afflicted. He catches them and draws him into his net.
He crouches, and humbles himself, that the poor may fall by his strong ones. He says to himself, God has forgotten, He hides his face and will never see.
Arise, Jehovah. O God, lift up Your hand don’t forget the afflicted.