1 Why do you keep far away, O Lord? why are you not to be seen in times of trouble?

2 The evil-doer in his pride is cruel to the poor; let him be taken by the tricks of his invention.

3 For the evil-doer is lifted up because of the purpose of his heart, and he whose mind is fixed on wealth is turned away from the Lord, saying evil against him.

4 The evil-doer in his pride says, God will not make a search. All his thoughts are, There is no God.

5 His ways are ever fixed; your decisions are higher than he may see: as for his haters, they are as nothing to him.

6 He has said in his heart, I will not be moved: through all generations I will never be in trouble.

7 His mouth is full of cursing and deceit and false words: under his tongue are evil purposes and dark thoughts.

8 He is waiting in the dark places of the towns: in the secret places he puts to death those who have done no wrong: his eyes are secretly turned against the poor.

9 He keeps himself in a secret place like a lion in his hole, waiting to put his hands on the poor man, and pulling him into his net.

10 The upright are crushed and made low, and the feeble are overcome by his strong ones.

11 He says in his heart, God has no memory of me: his face is turned away; he will never see it.

12 Up! O Lord; let your hand be lifted: give thought to the poor.

13 Why has the evil-doer a low opinion of God, saying in his heart, You will not make search for it?

14 You have seen it; for your eyes are on sorrow and grief, to take it into your hand: the poor man puts his faith in you; you have been the helper of the child who has no father.

15 Let the arm of the sinner and the evil-doer be broken; go on searching for his sin till there is no more.

16 The Lord is King for ever and ever; the nations are gone from his land.

17 Lord, you have given ear to the prayer of the poor: you will make strong their hearts, you will give them a hearing:

18 To give decision for the child without a father and for the broken-hearted, so that the man of the earth may no longer be feared.

1 Hvorfor, Herre, står du langt borte? Hvorfor skjuler du ditt åsyn i trengsels tider?

2 Ved den ugudeliges overmot engstes de elendige; de fanges i de onde råd han har uttenkt.

3 For den ugudelige roser sin sjels lyst, og den rovgjerrige sier Herren farvel, håner ham.

4 Den ugudelige sier i sitt overmot: Han hjemsøker ikke. Det er ingen Gud, det er alle hans tanker.

5 Hans veier lykkes til enhver tid; langt borte fra ham i det høie er dine dommer; av alle sine motstandere blåser han.

6 Han sier i sitt hjerte: Jeg skal ikke rokkes, fra slekt til slekt skal jeg ikke stedes i ulykke.

7 Hans munn er full av forbannelse og av svik og vold; under hans tunge er ulykke og ondskap.

8 Han ligger i bakhold ved gårdene, på lønnlige steder myrder han den uskyldige, hans øine speider efter den ulykkelige.

9 Han lurer på lønnlig sted, lik løven i sitt skjul; han lurer for å gripe den elendige; han griper den elendige idet han drar ham inn i sitt garn.

10 Han bøier sig, dukker sig ned, og for hans sterke klør faller de elendige.

11 Han sier i sitt hjerte: Gud har glemt det, han har skjult sitt åsyn, han ser det aldri.

12 Reis dig, Herre! Gud, opløft din hånd, glem ikke de elendige!

13 Hvorfor skal den ugudelige forakte Gud og si i sitt hjerte: Du hjemsøker ikke?

14 Du har sett det; for du skuer nød og sorg for å legge dem i din hånd; til dig overgir den elendige sin sak, du er den farløses hjelper.

15 Sønderbryt den ugudeliges arm, og hjemsøk den ondes ugudelighet, så du ikke mere finner den!

16 Herren er konge evindelig og alltid, hedningene blir utryddet av hans land!

17 De saktmodiges begjæring hører du, Herre! Du styrker deres hjerte, du vender ditt øre til

18 for å dømme i den farløses og undertryktes sak. Ikke skal mennesket, som er av jorden, lenger vedbli å volde redsel.