NAB

Why, LORD, do you stand afar
and pay no heed in times of trouble?

Arrogant scoundrels pursue the poor;
they trap them by their cunning schemes.

The wicked even boast of their greed;
these robbers curse and scorn the LORD.

In their insolence the wicked boast:
“God does not care; there is no God.”

Yet their affairs always succeed;
they ignore your judgment on high;
they sneer at all who oppose them.

They say in their hearts, “We will never fall;
never will we see misfortune.”

Their mouths are full of oaths, violence, and lies;
discord and evil are under their tongues.

They wait in ambush near towns;
their eyes watch for the helpless
to murder the innocent in secret.

They lurk in ambush like lions in a thicket,
hide there to trap the poor,
snare them and close the net.

The helpless are crushed, laid low;
they fall into the power of the wicked,

Who say in their hearts, “God has forgotten,
shows no concern, never bothers to look.”

Rise up, LORD! God, lift up your hand!
Do not forget the poor!

Why should the wicked scorn God,
say in their hearts, “God does not care”?

But you do see;
you take note of misery and sorrow;
you take the matter in hand.
To you the helpless can entrust their cause;
you are the defender of orphans.

Break the arm of the wicked and depraved;
make them account for their crimes;
let none of them survive.

The LORD is king forever;
the nations have vanished from his land.

You listen, LORD, to the needs of the poor;
you strengthen their heart and incline your ear.

You win justice for the orphaned and oppressed;
no one on earth will cause terror again.