The Lord is at the right hand of the poor, to save him from the ones who judge his
soul.
O God of my praise, please do not be silent, Because the mouth of wickedness
and the mouth of deceit Have opened up to speak against me with lying tongues and
hateful words.
They have encompassed me round about, they fight against me for no reason,
And for my love they accuse me, and yet I am in prayer for them,
Repaying me with evil for my good, and hatred in return for my love.
The Lord is at the right hand of the poor, to save him from the ones who judge his
soul.
He set over him an evil one, an accuser to stand at his right hand, So he'll come out
guilty when he is judged, his prayer is made an offense.
His days are few, another takes his office, his sons are fatherless,
his wife a widow.
His sons always roaming and begging, and they will ever seek in barren places.
A creditor shall plunder all that he owns, and strangers shall plunder all he's
worked for.
He'll have not a one extending kindness, nor any showing favor to his orphans.
The Lord is at the right hand of the poor, to save him from the ones who judge his
soul.
For his posterity shall be cut off, his name erased in coming ages.
His father's sins remembered by the Lord, his mother's sins are not erased.
They are before the Lord continually, so he will cut them off from worst memory.
For he did not remember to show kindness, and he pursued the poor and the needy.
And those discouraged within their heart, he sought them out so as to slay them.
He loves to curse, and so it comes to him.
He hates to bless, and so it is far from him.
The Lord is at the right hand of the poor, to save him from the ones who judge his
soul.
For cursing he wears like a robe, like water in his inner and soil within
his bones.
His clothing with which he hides himself, the belt with which he always binds
himself.
The wage of my accusers from the Lord, of those who speak against my soul for
harm.
O Lord, my Lord, deal kindly for your namesake.
Your love is great, so please deliver me.
For I am poor and needy, my heart has been pierced within me.
Departing as a shadow when it stretches out, I have been swept away like a locust.
The Lord is at the right hand of the poor, to save him from the ones who judge his
soul.
My knees become feeble from fasting, my flesh has been denied of its fatness.
I have become to them as a reproach, and when they look at me they shake their
head.
Please help me, O Lord, my God, and save me according to your love.
O Lord, may they know it is from your hand that you are the one who has done this.
So let them curse while you bless, they'll rise to shame while your servant
sings.
My accusers put on shame and they are covered, their shame has become their
robe.
I thank the Lord greatly with my mouth, and in the midst of many I will praise
him.
The Lord is at the right hand of the poor, to save him from the ones who judge his soul.