1 Why standest thou afar off, O Lord? why hidest thou thyself in times of trouble?
2 In the pride of the wicked the poor is hotly pursued; let them be taken in the devices that they have imagined.
3 For the wicked boasteth of his heart's desire, and the covetous renounceth, yea, contemneth the Lord.
4 The wicked, in the pride of his countenance, saith, He will not require it. All his thoughts are, There is no God.
5 His ways are firm at all times; thy judgments are far above out of his sight: as for all his adversaries, he puffeth at them.
6 He saith in his heart, I shall not be moved: to all generations I shall not be in adversity.