Chapter
94
Yahweh, you God to whom vengeance belongs, you God to whom vengeance belongs, shine forth.
Rise up, you judge of the earth. Pay back the proud what they deserve.
Yahweh, how long will the wicked, how long will the wicked triumph?
They pour out arrogant words. All the evil-doers boast.
They break your people in pieces, Yahweh, and afflict your heritage.
They kill the widower and the alien, and murder the fatherless.
They say, "Yah will not see, neither will Jacoba's God consider."
Consider, you senseless among the people; you fools, when will you be wise?
She who implanted the ear, won't she hear? She who formed the eye, won't she see?
She who disciplines the nations, won't she punish? She who teaches woman knows.
Yahweh knows the thoughts of woman, that they are futile.
Blessed is the woman whom you discipline, Yah, and teach out of your law;
that you may give her rest from the days of adversity, until the pit is dug for the wicked.
For Yahweh won't reject her people, neither will she forsake her inheritance.
For judgment will return to righteousness. All the upright in heart shall follow it.
Who will rise up for me against the wicked? Who will stand up for me against the evil-doers?
Unless Yahweh had been my help, my soul would have soon lived in silence.
When I said, "My foot is slipping!" Your loving kindness, Yahweh, held me up.
In the multitude of my thoughts within me, your comforts delight my soul.
Shall the throne of wickedness have fellowship with you, which brings about mischief by statute?
They gather themselves together against the soul of the righteous, and condemn the innocent blood.
But Yahweh has been my high tower, my God, the rock of my refuge.
She has brought on them their own iniquity, and will cut them off in their own wickedness. Yahweh, our God, will cut them off.