Psalm 10
| 1 | Why do you stand so far off, O LORD, * and hide yourself in time of trouble? |
| 2 | The wicked arrogantly persecute the poor, * but they are trapped in the schemes they have devised. |
| 3 | The wicked boast of their heart's desire; * the covetous curse and revile the LORD. |
| 4 | The wicked are so proud that they care not for God; * their only thought is, "God does not matter." |
| 5 | Their ways are devious at all times; your judgments are far above out of their sight; * they defy all their enemies. |
| 6 | They say in their heart, "I shall not be shaken; * no harm shall happen to me ever." |
| 7 | Their mouth is full of cursing, deceit, and oppression; * under their tongue are mischief and wrong. |
| 8 | They lurk in ambush in public squares and in secret places they murder the innocent; * they spy out the helpless. |
| 9 | They lie in wait, like a lion in a covert; they lie in wait to seize upon the lowly; * they seize the lowly and drag them away in their net. |
| 10 | The innocent are broken and humbled before them; * the helpless fall before their power. |
| 11 | They say in their heart, "God has forgotten; * he hides his face; he will never notice." |
| 12 | Rise up, O LORD; lift up your hand, O God; * do not forget the afflicted. |
| 13 | Why should the wicked revile God? * why should they say in their heart, "You do not care"? |
| 14 | Surely, you behold trouble and misery; * you see it and take it into your own hand. |
| 15 | The helpless commit themselves to you, * for you are the helper of orphans. |
| 16 | Break the power of the wicked and evil; * search out their wickedness until you find none. |
| 17 | The LORD is King for ever and ever; * the ungodly shall perish from his land. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 18 | The LORD will hear the desire of the humble; * you will strengthen their heart and your ears shall hear; | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 19 | To give justice to the orphan and oppressed, * so that mere mortals may strike terror no more. This sounds like a continuation of the previous psalm. Same theme. Today is my birthday. I am 53 today. Last Sunday, I received a birthday blessing at church. I teared up. I made it to my birthday! Psalm 11
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