and of the poor of the land hath the chief of the executioners left for vine-dressers and for husbandmen.

And there is hope to the poor, And perverseness hath shut her mouth.

His sons do the poor oppress, And his hands give back his wealth.

For he oppressed -- he forsook the poor, A house he hath taken violently away, And he doth not build it.

They turn aside the needy from the way, Together have hid the poor of the earth.

They take violently away From the breast the orphan, And on the poor they lay a pledge.

At the light doth the murderer rise, He doth slay the poor and needy, And in the night he is as a thief.

If I withhold from pleasure the poor, And the eyes of the widow do consume,

That hath not accepted the person of princes, Nor hath known the rich before the poor, For a work of His hands [are] all of them.

To cause to come in unto Him The cry of the poor, And the cry of the afflicted He heareth.

He reviveth not the wicked, And the judgment of the poor appointeth;

Through the pride of the wicked, Is the poor inflamed, They are caught in devices that they devised.

He lieth in wait in a secret place, as a lion in a covert. He lieth in wait to catch the poor, He catcheth the poor, drawing him into his net.

Because of the spoiling of the poor, Because of the groaning of the needy, Now do I arise, saith Jehovah, I set in safety [him who] doth breathe for it.

The counsel of the poor ye cause to stink, Because Jehovah [is] his refuge.

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

This poor [one] called, and Jehovah heard, And from all his distresses saved him.

All my bones say, `Jehovah, who is like Thee, Delivering the poor from the stronger than he, And the poor and needy from his plunderer.'

A sword have the wicked opened, And they have trodden their bow, To cause to fall the poor and needy, To slaughter the upright of the way.

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.

To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. O the happiness of him Who is acting wisely unto the poor, In a day of evil doth Jehovah deliver him.

Thy company have dwelt in it, Thou preparest in Thy goodness for the poor, O God.

And I [am] poor and needy, O God, haste to me, My help and my deliverer [art] Thou, O Jehovah, tarry Thou not!

He judgeth Thy people with righteousness, And Thy poor with judgment.

He judgeth the poor of the people, Giveth deliverance to the sons of the needy, And bruiseth the oppressor.