2 Be lifted up, O Judge of the earth, Send back a recompence on the proud.
3 Till when 'do' the wicked, O Jehovah? Till when do the wicked exult?
4 They utter -- they speak an old saw, All working iniquity do boast themselves.
5 Thy people, O Jehovah, they bruise, And Thine inheritance they afflict.
6 Widow and sojourner they slay, And fatherless ones they murder.
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