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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See also Psalm 9.

Text & translations

Clementine Vulgate (Psalm 9)

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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

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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.

King James Version

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1  Why standest thou afar off, O Lord? Why hidest thou thyself in times of trouble?

2  The wicked in his pride doth persecute in the poor: let them be taken in the devices that they have imagined.

3  For the wicked boasteth of his heart's desire, and blesseth the covetous, whom the Lord abhorreth.

4  The wicked, through the pride of his countenance, will not seek after God: God is not in all his thoughts.

5  His ways are always grievous: thy judgements are far above out of his sight: as for all his enemies, he puffeth at them.

6  He hath said in his heart, I shall not be moved: for I shall never be in adversity.

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

8  He sitteth in the lurking places of the villages: in the secret places doth he murder the innocent: his eyes are privily set against the poor.

9  He lieth in wait secretly as a lion in his den: he lieth in wait to catch the poor: he doth catch the poor, when he draweth him into his net.

10  He croucheth, and humbleth himself, that the poor may fall by his strong ones.

11  He hath said in his heart, God hath forgotten: he hideth his face; he will never see it.

12  Arise, O Lord; O God, lift up thine hand: forget not the poor.

13  Wherefore doth the wicked condemn God: he hath said in his heart, thou wilt not require it.

14  Thou hast seen it; for thou beholdest mischief and spite, to requite it with thy hand: the poor committeth himself unto thee; thou art the helper of the fatherless.

15  Break thou the arm of the wicked and the evil man: seek out his wickedness till thou find none.

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

17  Lord, thou hast heard the desire of the humble: thou wilt prepare their heart, thou wilt cause thine ear to hear:

18  To judge the fatherless and the oppressed, that the man of the earth may no more oppress.

English metrical New Version (Tate/Brady)

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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.

Metrical version by James Merrick

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Say, Lord, why thus thy aiding pow'r
Deserts us in the needful hour,
Why clouds impervious, round thee roll'd,
Thy presence from our sight withhold.

Shall impious men escape thy view,
While thus the guiltless they pursue?
O let them, by themselves chastis'd,
The ills sustain for him devis'd,

Nor longer boast their mad desires,
And acts which headlong rage inspires,
Or joyous grasp their lawless gain,
And thee, the soul's best wealth, disdain.

Proud wretch! who shuns o'er Nature's face
The footsteps of thy care to trace,
And thee, th'all-potent Monarch, thee
Denies, who gav'st himself to be.

Behold, while, high above all height,
Thy judgements, Lord, his distant sight
Elude, this minister of woe
Blast with his breath each obvious foe.

"See, proof to each assault I stand:
What pow'r shall e'er my fear demand?
What ill, to life's remotest day,
Obstruct the tenor of my way?"

His venom'd lips, with curses fraught,
Words ill according to his thought
Have utter'd, and beneath his tongue
Lurk fraud, and violence, and wrong.

Beside the solitary way,
Intent the helpless poor to stay,
He waits, and with malignant eye
Insidious marks each passer by.

As, couch'd within his bushy lair,
The lion fierce with hideous glare
Around him casts his wide survey,
And meditates the future prey,

So longs the man of blood to seize
The souls that own thy just decrees:
When, planted with successful care,
His nets their captive feet insnare,

What, Lord, his fury shall withstand,
Or save them from the murth'rous band,
That, leagu'd in sin, assist his toil,
And share with him the guilty spoil?

"Shall Heav'n's high Lord", he cries, "descend
The human actions to attend?
The paths by me at will pursu'd
His mem'ry and his thought elude."

Rise, mightiest Lord, and lift thy hand,
Nor let the injur'd poor demand
Thy saving aid with fruitless pray'r,
But guard them by thy fost'ring care.

Why should the souls, who thee decry,
With impious tongues reproachful cry,
"'Tis not within th'Almighty's plan
To scrutinize the acts of man?"

What eyes, like thine, eternal Sire,
Through sin's obscurest depths inquire?
What judge, like thee, on virtue's foes
The needful vengeance can impose?

The meek observer of thy laws
To thee commits his injur'd cause;
In thee, each anxious fear resign'd,
The fatherless a father find.

O, break the arm of impious might;
So shall their threats no more excite
Our dread, nor thy offended eye
The triumphs of their guilt descry.

Thine is the throne: beneath thy reign,
Immortal King! the tribes profane
Behold their dreams of conquest o'er,
And vanish to be seen no more.

Thou, Lord, thy people's wish canst read,
E'er from their lips the pray'r proceed;
'Tis thine their drooping hearts to rear,
And when they call incline thine ear;

'Tis thine the orphan's cheek to dry,
The guiltless suff'rer's cause to try,
To rein each earthborn tyrant's will,
And bid the sons of pride be still.