Psalm 10

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General information

Psalm 10 is counted as part of Psalm 9 in the Vulgate bible.

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• Joseph Stephenson (in English, metrical New Version)

Text & translations

Clementine Vulgate (Psalm 9)

Latin text

22  Ut quid, Domine, recessisti longe ; despicis in opportunitatibus, in tribulatione ?

23  Dum superbit impius, incenditur pauper : comprehenduntur in consiliis quibus cogitant.

24  Quoniam laudatur peccator in desideriis animæ suæ, et iniquus benedicitur.

25  Exacerbavit Dominum peccator : secundum multitudinem iræ suæ, non quæret.

26  Non est Deus in conspectu ejus ; inquinatæ sunt viæ illius in omni tempore. Auferuntur judicia tua a facie ejus ; omnium inimicorum suorum dominabitur.

27  Dixit enim in corde suo : Non movebor a generatione in generationem, sine malo.

28  Cujus maledictione os plenum est, et amaritudine, et dolo ; sub lingua ejus labor et dolor.

29  Sedet in insidiis cum divitibus in occultis, ut interficiat innocentem.

30  Oculi ejus in pauperem respiciunt ; insidiatur in abscondito, quasi leo in spelunca sua. Insidiatur ut rapiat pauperem ; rapere pauperem dum attrahit eum.

31  In laqueo suo humiliabit eum ; inclinabit se, et cadet cum dominatus fuerit pauperum.

32  Dixit enim in corde suo : Oblitus est Deus ; avertit faciem suam, ne videat in finem.

33  Exsurge, Domine Deus, exaltetur manus tua ; ne obliviscaris pauperum.

34  Propter quid irritavit impius Deum ? dixit enim in corde suo : Non requiret.

35  Vides, quoniam tu laborem et dolorem consideras, ut tradas eos in manus tuas. Tibi derelictus est pauper ; orphano tu eris adjutor.

36  Contere brachium peccatoris et maligni ; quæretur peccatum illius, et non invenietur.

37  Dominus regnabit in æternum, et in sæculum sæculi ; peribitis, gentes, de terra illius.

38  Desiderium pauperum exaudivit Dominus ; præparationem cordis eorum audivit auris tua :

39  judicare pupillo et humili, ut non apponat ultra magnificare se homo super terram.

Church of England 1662 Book of Common Prayer

English text

1  Why standest thou so far off, O Lord : and hidest thy face in the needful time of trouble?

2  The ungodly for his own lust doth persecute the poor : let them be taken in the crafty wiliness that they have imagined.

3  For the ungodly hath made boast of his own heart's desire : and speaketh good of the covetous, whom God abhorreth.

4  The ungodly is so proud, that he careth not for God ; neither is God in all his thoughts.

5  His ways are alway grievous : thy judgements are far above out of his sight, and therefore defieth he all his enemies.

6  For he hath said in his heart, Tush, I shall never be cast down : there shall no harm happen unto me.

7  His mouth is full of cursing, deceit, and fraud : under his tongue is ungodliness and vanity.

8  He sitteth lurking in the thievish corners of the streets : and privily in his lurking dens doth he murder the innocent; his eyes are set against the poor.

9  For he lieth waiting secretly, even as a lion lurketh he in his den : that he may ravish the poor.

10  He doth ravish the poor : when he getteth him into his net.

11  He falleth down, and humbleth himself : that the congregation of the poor may fall into the hands of his captains.

12  He hath said in his heart, Tush, God hath forgotten : he hideth away his face, and he will never see it.

13  Arise, O Lord God, and lift up thine hand : forget not the poor.

14  Wherefore should the wicked blaspheme God : while he doth say in his heart, Tush, thou God carest not for it.

15  Surely thou hast seen it : for thou beholdest ungodliness and wrong.

16  That thou mayest take the matter into thy hand : the poor committeth himself unto thee; for thou art the helper of the friendless.

17  Break thou the power of the ungodly and malicious : take away his ungodliness, and thou shalt find none.

18  The Lord is King for ever and ever : and the heathen are perished out of the land.

19  Lord, thou hast heard the desire of the poor : thou preparest their heart, and thine ear hearkeneth thereto;

20  To help the fatherless and poor unto their right : that the man of the earth be no more exalted against them.

English metrical New Version (Tate/Brady)

English text

Thy presence why withdraw'st thou, Lord?
Why hid'st thou now thy face,
When dismal times of deep distress
Call for thy wonted grace?

The wicked, swell'd with lawless pride,
Have made the poor their prey;
O let them fall by those designs
Which they for others lay!

For straight they triumph, if success
Their thriving crimes attend;
And sordid wretches, whom God hates,
Perversely they commend.

To own a pow'r above themselves
Their haughty pride disdains;
And therefore in their stubborn mind
No thought of God remains.

Oppressive methods they pursue
And all their foes they slight;
Because thy judgments, unobserv'd,
Are far above their sight.

They fondly think their prosp'rous state
Shall unmolested be;
They think their vain designs shall thrive,
From all misfortune free.

Vain and deceitful is their speech,
With curses fill'd and lies;
By which the mischief of their heart
They study to disguise.

Near public roads they lie conceal'd
And all their art employ,
The innocent and poor at once
To rifle and destroy.

Not lions, couching in their dens,
Surprise their heedless prey
With greater cunning, or express
More savage rage than they.

Sometimes they act the harmless man,
And modest looks they wear;
That, so deceiv'd, the poor may less
Their sudden onset fear.

The Second Part.
For God, they think, no notice takes
Of their unrighteous deeds;
He never minds the suff'ring poor,
Nor their oppression heeds.

But thou, O Lord, at length arise;
Stretch forth thy mighty arm;
And, by the greatness of thy pow'r,
Defend the poor from harm.

No longer let the wicked vaunt,
And proudly boasting, say,
Tush, God regards not what we do;
He never will repay.

But sure thou seest, and all their deeds
Impartially dost try;
The orphan, therefore, and the poor
On thee for aid rely.

Defenceless let the wicked fall,
Of all their strength bereft;
Confound, O God, their dark designs,
Till no remains are left.

Assert thy just dominion, Lord,
Which shall for ever stand:
Thou, who the heathen didst expel
From this thy chosen land.

Thou dost the humble suppliants hear
That to thy throne repair;
Thou first prepar'st their hearts to pray,
And then accept'st their pray'r.

Thou in thy righteous judgment weigh'st
The fatherless and poor;
That so the tyrants of the earth
May persecute no more.