Psalm 10: Break His Arm

Let not the evil man prevail,
Avenge your dying saints!
They kill us, mock us, hunt us down,
We long for rest, we faint.

Why stand you in the distance, Lord?
Why hide in times of pain?
These wicked seem to own this earth,
They only seek their gain.

Listen to his heart, O Lord,
He says you can not see.
“God has forgotten and is blind,
He turns his eyes from me.”

Arise, O Lord, lift up your hand,
Save your humble sheep.
Why does this man despise the Lord?
Does he not know you seek?

You saw this crooked world, O Lord,
The trouble and the grief.
Seek out the wicked, break his arm,
Make his sinning brief.

The Helpless gives himself to you,
The orphan takes your hand.
The Lord is king, the nations fail,
And perish from His land.

Lord you have heard the humbles’ wish,
You will prepare his heart.
You will cause your ear to hear,
And listen for your part.

For the orphan and oppressed,
Deal justice out, O Lord.
So that the wicked man is stilled,
That he oppress no more.


Psalm 10: The Wicked Man

Am I this evil man?
Lord, show me if I am!
He persecutes the poor in pride,
He boasts, hes weakness tries to hide,
He gives the greedy benediction,
And of the Lord a recantation.
He will not seek the Lord most kind,
He bars him out from his hard mind.
His way tortuous goes,
He sneers at all his foes.
God’s judgments he can’t comprehend,
They stand passed where his vision ends.
“I won’t be moved or evil see,
I will not see adversity.
Forever I will prosper well,
And my posterity will swell.”
His mouth oppresses, curses, cheats,
His troubled tongue with sin complete.
He sits in ambush where he will,
He springs, the innocent to kill.
His eyes are fixed on weaker men,
He waits like lions in their den.
He lies in wait to catch the poor.
He spreads a net across the floor.
His victim crumbles, sinks, and falls.
In his heart this villain calls:
“God has forgotten, and wont see,
He surely hides his face from me.”
Arise O Lord, and break his arm!
Seek out the wicked, stop his harm!
If he resides in me,
Then give me grace to see.

Psalm 9: The Lord Was Here

In the bush of Africa,
Or trenches deep and drear,
One warrior yet has gone before,
Behold, the Lord was here!

Jehovah see my misery?
I know I’m not alone.
Rise me from the gates of death,
Come and take me home.
So that I can sing your praise,
Recount it in your gate,
Zion’s children I will tell,
My Savior-God is great!

The nations sunk into their pit,
Caught in their own web,
The Lord is known and justly does,
Evil to Evil’s head.
The wicked set a snare, but God
Will make it spring on him.
The wicked men to Sheol go,
Forgetting God in sin.

But needy ones are not forgotten,
God will hear their prayer.
The poor shall not forever fear,
God gives hope to bear.
Arise, O Lord, judge mortal men,
Do not let him win,
Let nations know that they have sinned,
Rebellion on him pin.

Show them that the Lord is here,
Fill man’s heart with righteous fear,
Lay them low and humble them,
Show them they are naught but men