For thou wilt the afflicted save in grief that low do lie: But wilt bring down the countenance of them whose looks are high.
For thou wilt save the afflicted people; But wilt bring down high looks.
For You deliver an afflicted and humble people but will bring down those with haughty looks.
For thou wilt save the afflicted people; But the haughty eyes thou wilt bring down.
You are the one who saves people who suffer and brings down those with proud eyes.
The wicked, through his pride of face, on God he doth not call; And in the counsels of his heart the Lord is not at all.
I'll cut him off that slandereth his neighbour privily: The haughty heart I will not bear, nor him that looketh high.
In their own fat they are inclos'd; their mouth speaks loftily.
Arise, and disappoint my foe, and cast him down, O Lord: My soul save from the wicked man, the man which is thy sword.
The troubles that afflict the just in number many be; But yet at length out of them all the Lord doth set him free.
This poor man cry'd, God heard, and sav'd him from all his distresses.
I'm poor and needy, yet the Lord of me a care doth take: Thou art my help and saviour, my God, no tarrying make.
For they that needy are shall not forgotten be alway; The expectation of the poor shall not be lost for aye.