All my bones shall say, LORD, who is like unto thee, Which deliverest the poor from him that is too strong for him, Yea, the poor and the needy from him that spoileth him?
Thon hast seen it; for thou beholdest mischief and spite, to take it into thy hand: The helpless committeth himself unto thee; Thou hast been the helper of the fatherless.
Who would not fear thee, O King of the nations? for to thee doth it appertain: forasmuch as among all the wise men of the nations, and in all their royal estate, there is none like unto thee.