1Why you chillin' so far away, God? Why you ghosting when times get rough?

2The wicked are all about that pride, flexing on the poor: they gonna get caught in their own sus schemes.

3The wicked be bragging about their heart's desires, and they vibe with the greedy, whom God can't stand.

4The wicked, all puffed up, ain't even looking for God: God ain't on their mind at all.

5Their ways are always a mess; your judgments are way above their level: they just look down on their enemies.

6They be like, "I ain't moving; I’ll never face struggles."

7Their mouth’s packed with cursing and lies: underneath, it's all chaos and vanity.

8They be lurking in the villages, plotting against the innocent: their eyes are set on the poor, lowkey.

9They lie in wait like a lion in the cut: ready to snatch the poor into their trap.

10They crouch down, acting humble, so the poor fall for their strong game.

11They think in their heart, "God forgot about me; He ain't ever gonna see."

12Rise up, God; lift your hand: don’t forget the humble, fr.

13Why do the wicked disrespect God? They think in their heart, "You ain’t gonna check me."

14You’ve seen it all; you see the chaos and hate, ready to handle it: the poor trust you; you’re the GOAT for the fatherless.

15Break the arm of the wicked and the evil dude: hunt down their bad vibes till there’s none left.

16The Lord is King forever: the haters are outta the picture.

17God, you heard the humble’s wishes: you’re gonna prep their hearts and open your ears.

18To judge the fatherless and the oppressed, so no one on earth can oppress anymore.

1Why standest thou afar off, O Lord? why hidest thou thyself in times of trouble?

2The wicked in his pride doth persecute the poor: let them be taken in the devices that they have imagined.

3For the wicked boasteth of his heart’s desire, and blesseth the covetous, whom the Lord abhorreth.

4The wicked, through the pride of his countenance, will not seek after God: God is not in all his thoughts.

5His ways are always grievous; thy judgments are far above out of his sight: as for all his enemies, he puffeth at them.

6He hath said in his heart, I shall not be moved: for I shall never be in adversity.

7His mouth is full of cursing and deceit and fraud: under his tongue is mischief and vanity.

8He sitteth in the lurking places of the villages: in the secret places doth he murder the innocent: his eyes are privily set against the poor.

9He lieth in wait secretly as a lion in his den: he lieth in wait to catch the poor: he doth catch the poor, when he draweth him into his net.

10He croucheth, and humbleth himself, that the poor may fall by his strong ones.

11He hath said in his heart, God hath forgotten: he hideth his face; he will never see it.

12Arise, O Lord; O God, lift up thine hand: forget not the humble.

13Wherefore doth the wicked contemn God? he hath said in his heart, Thou wilt not require it.

14Thou hast seen it; for thou beholdest mischief and spite, to requite it with thy hand: the poor committeth himself unto thee; thou art the helper of the fatherless.

15Break thou the arm of the wicked and the evil man: seek out his wickedness till thou find none.

16The Lord is King for ever and ever: the heathen are perished out of his land.

17Lord, thou hast heard the desire of the humble: thou wilt prepare their heart, thou wilt cause thine ear to hear:

18To judge the fatherless and the oppressed, that the man of the earth may no more oppress.