¹² Arise, O Jehovah! O God, lift up Thy hand! Forget not the humble.

⁹ High is thy hand above thine adversaries, And all thine enemies are cut off.

¹² For He who is seeking for blood Them hath remembered, He hath not forgotten the cry of the afflicted.

⁷ Rise, O Jehovah! save me, my God. Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies `on' the cheek. The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken.

¹⁰ Now, do I arise, saith Jehovah, Now I am exalted, now I am lifted up.

¹¹ O Jehovah, high `is' Thy hand -- they see not, They see the zeal of the people, and are ashamed, Also, the fire -- Thine adversaries, consumeth them.

² Be lifted up, O Judge of the earth, Send back a recompence on the proud.

⁹ Hath God forgotten `His' favours? Hath He shut up in anger His mercies? Selah.

⁷ Separate wonderfully Thy kindness, O Saviour of the confiding, By Thy right hand, from withstanders.

¹ To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. Till when, O Jehovah, Dost Thou forget me? -- for ever? Till when dost Thou hide Thy face from me?

¹⁹ Rise, O Jehovah, let not man be strong, Let nations be judged before Thy face.

⁶ Rise, O Jehovah, in Thine anger, Be lifted up at the wrath of mine adversaries, And awake Thou for me: Judgment Thou hast commanded: