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In his arrogance the wicked man hunts down the weak, who are caught in the schemes he devises.

 

He lies in wait near the villages;
from ambush he murders the innocent.
His victims are crushed, they collapse;
they fall under his strength.
 

But you, God, see the trouble of the afflicted; you consider their grief and take it in hand. 

 

You, Lord, hear the desire of the afflicted; you encourage them, and you listen to their cry, defending the fatherless and the oppressed, so that mere earthly mortals will never again strike terror.