The wicked have drawn out the sword, and bent their bow, to slay The poor and needy, and to kill men of an upright way.
For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, their shafts on string they fit, That those who upright are in heart they privily may hit.
And all my bones shall say, O Lord, who is like unto thee, Which dost the poor set free from him that is for him too strong; The poor and needy from the man that spoils and does him wrong?