Arise now, O Lord, lift up your hand.
O God, who remembers all the poor.
Why do you stand, thought of, 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 dance.
The wicked man, boss 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 contempt.
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 hides in the villages, lurking in stealth, waiting to murder the innocent
one.
Arise now, O Lord, lift up your hand.
O God, who remembers all the poor.
His eyes on the prowlful, 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, 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 hand.
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 abandon.
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.
Turning your ear to their hearts, you give strength.
The rights of the weak and the orphan, God will protect from the terrors of men.
Arise now, O Lord, lift up your hand.
O God, who remembers all the poor.
Arise now, O Lord, lift up your hand.
O God, who remembers all the poor.
O God, you remember all the poor.