²⁷ For Thou a poor people savest, And the eyes of the high causest to fall.

⁵ Whoso slandereth in secret his neighbour, Him I cut off, The high of eyes and proud of heart, him I endure not.

⁵ Hearken, my brethren beloved, did not God choose the poor of this world, rich in faith, and heirs of the reign that He promised to those loving Him?

⁹ for ye know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that because of you he became poor -- being rich, that ye by that poverty may become rich.

¹⁴ I say to you, this one went down declared righteous, to his house, rather than that one: for every one who is exalting himself shall be humbled, and he who is humbling himself shall be exalted.'

⁵² He brought down the mighty from thrones, And He exalted the lowly,

⁵³ The hungry He did fill with good, And the rich He sent away empty,

² And all these My hand hath made, And all these things are, An affirmation of Jehovah! And unto this one I look attentively, Unto the humble and bruised in spirit, And who is trembling at My word.

¹⁵ For thus said the high and exalted One, Inhabiting eternity, and holy `is' His name: `In the high and holy place I dwell, And with the bruised and humble of spirit, To revive the spirit of the humble, And to revive the heart of bruised ones,'

¹² And it hath come to pass, When the Lord doth fulfil all His work In mount Zion and in Jerusalem, I see concerning the fruit of the greatness Of the heart of the king of Asshur. And concerning the glory of the height of his eyes.

⁹ The appearance of their faces witnessed against them, And their sin, as Sodom, they declared, They have not hidden! Wo to their soul, For they have done to themselves evil.

¹² A generation -- pure in their own eyes, But from their own filth not washed.

¹⁶ These six hath Jehovah hated, Yea, seven `are' abominations to His soul.

¹⁷ Eyes high -- tongues false -- And hands shedding innocent blood --

¹⁷ And I `am' poor and needy, The Lord doth devise for me. My help and my deliverer `art' Thou, O my God, tarry Thou not.

¹⁹ Many `are' the evils of the righteous, Out of them all doth Jehovah deliver him.

⁶ This poor `one' called, and Jehovah heard, And from all his distresses saved him.

¹³ Arise, O Jehovah, go before his face, Cause him to bend. Deliver my soul from the wicked, Thy sword,

¹⁰ Their fat they have closed up, Their mouths have spoken with pride:

⁴ The wicked according to the height of his face, inquireth not. `God is not!' `are' all his devices.

¹⁸ For not for ever is the needy forgotten, The hope of the humble lost to the age.

²⁸ And the poor people Thou dost save, And Thine eyes on the high causest to fall.