Arise now, O Lord, lift up your hands, O God, who remembers all the poor.
Why do you stand far off, O Lord, hiding yourself in our times of distress?
The wicked in pride seek to wrong the poor, let them be caught in their own
scheming nets.
The wicked man boasts of his heart's desire, the greedy man curses and spurns
the Lord.
He will not seek him whose heart is proud, he thinks to himself, saying, there is no
God.
Untroubled, your judgments are far from his mind, all who oppose him he treats
with content.
He says to himself, I will not be moved, no sore adversity to me is sent.
Oppression and cursing fill up his mouth, mischief and lies ever under his tongue.
He fights in the villages, lurking in stealth, waiting to murder the innocent
one.
Arise now, O Lord, lift up your hands, O God, who remembers all the poor.
His eyes on the proud or the helpless, as in the lair of a lion he's set.
He lurks there in hiding to seize the poor, dragging the poor man away in his
net.
He crouches preparing to make his pounce, the helpless one's caught in his power.
He falls, he thinks in his heart, surely God forgets, his face is hidden,
he won't see at all.
Arise now, O Lord, lift up your hands, O God, who remembers all the poor.
You've seen our trouble and all our grief, noting it well, you will take it in hand.
In you all the helpless will place their trust, helper of orphans you always have
been.
Break all the power of sinful men, purge their uncleanness till nothing
remains.
Forever and ever the Lord is king, the godless depart from the land that he
reigns.
You hear the prayers of your poor ones, returning your ear to their hearts you
give strength.
The rights of the weak and the orphaned, God will protect from the terrors of men.
Arise now, O Lord, lift up your hands, O God, who remembers all the poor.