May your hand help me, for I choose to obey your precepts.

even there your hand would guide me, your right hand would grab hold of me.

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

You prevail over all your enemies; your power is too great for those who hate you.

For your arrows pierce me, and your hand presses me down.

Please stop wounding me! You have almost beaten me to death!

Why do you remain inactive? Intervene and destroy him!

You give food to them and they receive it; you open your hand and they are filled with food.

Then they will realize this is your work, and that you, Lord, have accomplished it.

You open your hand, and fill every living thing with the food they desire.

For day and night you tormented me; you tried to destroy me in the intense heat of summer. (Selah)

You, by your power, defeated nations and settled our fathers on their land; you crushed the people living there and enabled our ancestors to occupy it.

May you give support to the one you have chosen, to the one whom you raised up for yourself!

Your arm is powerful, your hand strong, your right hand victorious.

Even when I must walk in the midst of danger, you revive me. You oppose my angry enemies, and your right hand delivers me.

Lord, use your power to deliver me from these murderers, from the murderers of this world! They enjoy prosperity; you overwhelm them with the riches they desire. They have many children, and leave their wealth to their offspring.