¹² Up! O Lord; let your hand be lifted: give thought to the poor.

⁹ And it will come about in that day, says the Lord, that I will take away your horses from you, and will give your war-carriages to destruction:

¹² When he makes search for blood, he has them in his memory: he is not without thought for the cry of the poor.

⁷ Come to me, Lord; keep me safe, O my God; for you have given all my haters blows on their face-bones; the teeth of the evil-doers have been broken by you.

¹⁰ Now will I come forward, says the Lord; now will I be lifted up; now will my power be seen.

¹¹ Lord, your hand is lifted up, but they do not see: let them see ... yes, your haters will be burned up in the fire.

² Be lifted up, O judge of the earth; let their reward come to the men of pride.

⁹ Has God put away the memory of his pity? are his mercies shut up by his wrath? (Selah.)

⁷ Make clear the wonder of your mercy, O saviour of those who put their faith in your right hand, from those who come out against them.

¹ <To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David.> Will you for ever put me out of your memory, O Lord? will your face for ever be turned away from me?

¹⁹ Up! O Lord; let not man overcome you: let the nations be judged before you.

⁶ Come up, Lord, in your wrath; be lifted up against my haters; be awake, my God, give orders for the judging.