Psalm 10

Holy One, why are you so far away?
Why are you hidden from me during times of adversity?

Prideful weakness gives way to wickedness

and thus I am ensnared by devices of my own design.

A greedy soul is boastful, desiring much

while despising you, the Holy One.

When I stand tall and solitary
there is no awareness of Godde;
by all appearances one can prosper without Godde.

And even as you draw near, your presence a judgment,
there is a wicked voice that says with a sneer

“Nothing will ever shake me;

No one can harm me.”

The mouth is often full of lies, and threats;

trouble and unkindness lie beneath the tongue.

How easy to wait in in secret places

to ambush and destroy the innocent.

See, the eye keeps watch for the outsider;

how like a crouching lion one can become

catching the vulnerable, dragging them in a net.

In our thoughts they collapse and are crushed;

we think, they fall because of our strength,

and we whisper to our reproving hearts,

“Godde won't notice, Godde is hidden and won't see.”

Arise, O Holy One! Raise your hand, O Godde.

Before you I am humbled. Let me remember this.

Why must I revile you? Why do I lie to my heart

and say, “Godde won't call me to account?”

But, Godde, you see the trouble of the lost, the least;

you hold their suffering in your hand as you consider them.

Therefore we can commit ourselves to you,

you are the helper of the abandoned.

Break the reach of wickedness

bring evil to account before the whole world.

The Holy One is Sovereign for ever and ever;

unbelievers will be scattered

as you, Holy One, hear the desire

of those who live with humility;

you hear our cry and encourage us

defending the vulnerable

so that these mortal oppressors,

also formed from earth,

will no longer terrify us all!