Why, Jehovah, dost Thou stand at a distance? Thou dost hide in times of adversity,
Through the pride of the wicked, Is the poor inflamed, They are caught in devices that they devised.
Because the wicked hath boasted Of the desire of his soul, And a dishonest gainer he hath blessed, He hath despised Jehovah.
The wicked according to the height of his face, inquireth not. `God is not!' [are] all his devices.
Pain do his ways at all times, On high [are] Thy judgments before him, All his adversaries -- he puffeth at them.
He hath said in his heart, `I am not moved,' To generation and generation not in evil.