If I forget you, O Jerusalem, may my right hand be crippled!

They forgot what he had done, the amazing things he had shown them.

They quickly forgot what he had done; they did not wait for his instructions.

They rejected the God who delivered them, the one who performed great deeds in Egypt,

I find delight in your statutes; I do not forget your instructions.

The ropes of the wicked tighten around me, but I do not forget your law.

My life is in continual danger, but I do not forget your law.

My zeal consumes me, for my enemies forget your instructions.

I am insignificant and despised, yet I do not forget your precepts.

Rise up, Lord! O God, strike him down! Do not forget the oppressed!

I am forgotten, like a dead man no one thinks about; I am regarded as worthless, like a broken jar.

Why do you look the other way, and ignore the way we are oppressed and mistreated?

Do not disregard what your enemies say, or the unceasing shouts of those who defy you.

Praise the Lord, O my soul! Do not forget all his kind deeds!

For I am like a wineskin dried up in smoke. I do not forget your statutes.

I will never forget your precepts, for by them you have revived me.

ר (Resh) See my pain and rescue me! For I do not forget your law.

For the one who takes revenge against murderers took notice of the oppressed; he did not overlook their cry for help

for the needy are not permanently ignored, the hopes of the oppressed are not forever dashed.

He says to himself, “God overlooks it; he does not pay attention; he never notices.”