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 Have pity on me, O ; * see the misery I suffer from those who hate me, O you who lift me up from the gate of death;

So that I may tell of all your praises and rejoice in your salvation * in the gates of the city of Zion.

The ungodly have fallen into the pit they dug, * and in the snare they set is their own foot caught.

The is known by his acts of justice; * the wicked are trapped in the works of their own hands.

The wicked shall be given over to the grave, * and also all the peoples that forget God.

For the needy shall not always be forgotten, * and the hope of the poor shall not perish for ever.

Rise up, O, let not the ungodly have the upper hand; * let them be judged before you.

Put fear upon them, O ; * let the ungodly know they are but mortal.

Why do you stand so far off, O, * and hide yourself in time of trouble?

The wicked arrogantly persecute the poor, * but they are trapped in the schemes they have devised.

The wicked boast of their heart’s desire; * the covetous curse and revile the.

The wicked are so proud that they care not for God; * their only thought is, “God does not matter.”