³ Have mercy on us, O Lord, have mercy on us!
For we are exceedingly filled with contempt.
⁴ Our soul is exceedingly filled
With the scorn of those who are at ease,
With the contempt of the proud.

¹⁰ They have closed up their ^(A)fat hearts;
With their mouths they ^(B)speak proudly.
¹¹ They have now surrounded us in our steps;
They have set their eyes, crouching down to the earth,
¹² As a lion is eager to tear his prey,
And like a young lion lurking in secret places.

¹³ Arise, O Lord,
Confront him, cast him down;
Deliver my life from the wicked with Your sword,
¹⁴ With Your hand from men, O Lord,
From men of the world who have their portion in this life,
And whose belly You fill with Your hidden treasure.
They are satisfied with children,
And leave the rest of their possession for their babes.

³ May the Lord ^[a]cut off all flattering lips,
And the tongue that speaks ^[b]proud things,
⁴ Who have said,
“With our tongue we will prevail;
Our lips are our own;
Who is lord over us?”

⁵ “For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy,
Now I will arise,” says the Lord;
“I will set him in the safety for which he yearns.”