Psalm 10

Oh Lord, why do you stand so far away,
And hide in times of trouble and affray?
The wicked, with pride and boast, do they reign,
And crush the poor, with none to ease their pain.

They say in their hearts, "You God, don't see,
No justice comes, no vengeance will be."
They flourish like grass, their schemes they advance,
And all they desire, they obtain at chance.

Their victims they mock, and in triumph they sing,
Their evil ways, they cover with a fling.
Their minds are set on evil all day long,
Their power and wealth, they've gained by wrong.

The poor they oppress, they bring to their knee,
The meek they ensnare, in snares they decree.
Their victims they boast, with pride they say,
"The Lord doesn't see, nor will He make way."

Arise, Lord, lift up your hand in might,
Do not forget the poor, who suffer night.
Why do the wicked spurn Your holy name?
Why do they say, "You God, are not the same?"

You see their pain, you hear their bitter cry,
You rise to judge, and justice you supply.
The wicked you strike, their plans you defeat,
The cause of the poor, you make them complete.