Rise Up, O Lord, Hear My Cry

Why standest thou afar off, O Lord? Why hidest thou

thyself in times of trouble? The wicked in his pride doth persecute the poor.

Let them be taken in the devices that they have imagined.

Rise up, O Lord, and hear my cry. See the tears

that fill the sky. You are near, though you seem high.

Rise up, O Lord, and hear my cry. For the wicked

boasteth of his heart's desire. And blesseth the covetous, whom

the Lord abhorreth. The wicked, through the pride of his countenance,