Leeser(i)
2 Lift up thyself, O judge of the Earth! bring a recompense upon the proud.
3 How long shall the wicked, O Lord—how long shall the wicked exult?
4 They sputter, they speak hard things: all the workers of wickedness boast themselves.
5 Thy people, O Lord! they crush, and thy heritage they afflict.
6 The widow and the stranger they slay, and the fatherless they murder.
7 And they say, The Lord will not see, and the God of Jacob will not take notice of it.
8 Understand, ye brutish among the people: and ye fools, when will ye become intelligent!