YLT(i)
8 He doth sit in an ambush of the villages, In secret places he doth slay the innocent. His eyes for the afflicted watch secretly,
9 He lieth in wait in a secret place, as a lion in a covert. He lieth in wait to catch the poor, He catcheth the poor, drawing him into his net.
10 He is bruised—he boweth down, Fallen by his mighty ones hath the afflicted.
11 He said in his heart, `God hath forgotten, He hath hid His face, He hath never seen.'
12 Arise, O Jehovah! O God, lift up Thy hand! Forget not the humble. 13 Wherefore hath the wicked despised God? He hath said in his heart, `It is not required.'
12 Arise, O Jehovah! O God, lift up Thy hand! Forget not the humble. 13 Wherefore hath the wicked despised God? He hath said in his heart, `It is not required.'