Arise O Lord, and may your enemies be scattered.
May those who hate you flee before your holy face.
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Arise then, Lord, lift up your hand!
O God, do not forget the poor!
Why should the wicked spurn the Lord
and think in his heart: "God will not punish"?
But you have seen the trouble and sorrow,
you note it, you take it in hand.
The helpless trusts himself to you;
for you are the helper of the orphan.
Break the power of the wicked and the sinner!
Punish their wickedness till nothing remains!
The Lord is king for ever and ever.
The heathen shall perish from the land he rules.
Lord, you hear the prayer of the poor;
you strengthen their hearts; you turn your ear
to protect the rights of the orphan and oppressed:
so that mortal man may strike terror no more.
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Repay them as their actions deserve
and the malice of their deeds.
Repay them for the works of their hands;
give them their desserts.
For they ignore the deeds of the Lord
and the work of his hands.
(May he ruin them and never rebuild them.)
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Arise O Lord, and may your enemies be scattered,
May those who hate you flee before your holy face.
As smoke is blown away so will they be blown away;
like wax that melts before the fire, so the wicked shall perish at the presence of God.
