Psalm 10

1  Why standest thou afar off, O Lord?

Why hidest thou thyself ain times of trouble?

2  †The wicked in his pride doth bpersecute the poor:

cLet them be taken in the edevices that they have imagined.

3  For the wicked boasteth of his †heart’s desire,

And ||blesseth the covetous, whom the Lord abhorreth.

4  The wicked, through the pride of his countenance, will not seek after dGod:

||God is not in all his ethoughts.

5  His ways are always grievous;

fThy judgments are far above out of his sight:

As for all his enemies, ghe puffeth at them.

6  hHe hath said in his heart, iI shall not be moved:

jFor I shall †never be in adversity.

7  jjHis mouth is full of cursing and †deceit and kfraud:

lUnder his tongue is mmischief and ||vanity.

8  He sitteth in the lurking places of the villages:

nIn the secret places doth he murder the innocent:

His eyes †are privily set against othe poor.

9  pHe lieth in wait †secretly qas a lion in his rden:

He lieth in wait to catch the poor:

He doth catch the poor, when he draweth him into shis net.

10  †He croucheth, and thumbleth himself,

That othe poor may fall ||by his strong ones.

11  hHe hath said in his heart, God hath forgotten:

uHe hideth his face; xhe will never see it.

12  Arise, O Lord; O God, lift up thine hand:

Forget not the ||humble.

13  Wherefore doth the wicked ycontemn God?

hHe hath said in his heart, Thou wilt not zrequire it.

14  Thou hast seen it; for thou beholdest mischief and spite,

aTo requite it with thy hand:

oThe poor †bcommitteth himself unto thee;

cThou art the helper of the fatherless.

15  dBreak thou the arm of the wicked and the evil man:

zSeek out his wickedness till thou find none.

16  eThe Lord is King for ever and ever:

The heathen are perished out of his land.

17  Lord, thou hast heard the desire of the fhumble:

Thou wilt ||prepare their heart, thou wilt cause thine ear to hear:

18  To gjudge the fatherless and hthe oppressed,

That ithe man of the earth may no more ||oppress.

Psalm 11

*To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.

1  aIn the Lord put I my trust:

bHow say ye to my soul,

Flee as a bird to your mountain?

2  For, lo, cthe wicked bend their bow,

dThey make ready their arrow upon the string,

That they may †privily shoot at ethe upright in heart.

3  If fthe foundations be destroyed,

What gcan the righteous do?

4  hThe Lord is in ihis holy temple,

kThe Lord’s throne is in heaven:

lHis eyes behold,

His eyelids try, the children of men.

5  The Lord mtrieth the righteous:

But the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

6  Upon the wicked he shall rain ||snares, fire and nbrimstone,

And ||an ohorrible tempest: this shall be pthe portion of their cup.

7  For the righteous Lord qloveth righteousness;

rHis countenance doth behold the upright.