¹² Arise, O Jehovah; O God, lift up thy hand: Forget not the poor.

⁹ Let thy hand be lifted up above thine adversaries, and let all thine enemies be cut off.

¹² For he that maketh inquisition for blood remembereth them; He forgetteth not the cry of the poor.

⁷ Arise, O Jehovah; save me, O my God: For thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek bone; Thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.

¹⁰ Now will I arise, saith Jehovah; now will I lift up myself; now will I be exalted.

¹¹ Jehovah, thy hand is lifted up, yet they see not: but they shall see `thy' zeal for the people, and be put to shame; yea, fire shall devour thine adversaries.

² Lift up thyself, thou judge of the earth: Render to the proud `their' desert.

⁹ Hath God forgotten to be gracious? Hath he in anger shut up his tender mercies? Selah

⁷ Show thy marvellous lovingkindness, O thou that savest by thy right hand them that take refuge `in thee 'From those that rise up `against them'.

¹ How long, O Jehovah? wilt thou forget me for ever? How long wilt thou hide thy face from me?

¹⁹ Arise, O Jehovah; let not man prevail: Let the nations be judged in thy sight.

⁶ Arise, O Jehovah, in thine anger; Lift up thyself against the rage of mine adversaries, And awake for me; thou hast commanded judgment.