Psalm 94
Thou God to whom vengeance belongeth, shine forth.
Render to the proud their desert.
How long shall the wicked triumph?
All the workers of iniquity boast themselves.
And afflict thy heritage.
And murder the fatherless.
Neither will the God of Jacob consider.
And ye fools, when will ye be wise?
He that formed the eye, shall he not see?
Even he that teacheth man knowledge?
That they are vanity.
And teachest out of thy law;
Until the pit be digged for the wicked.
Neither will he forsake his inheritance.
And all the upright in heart shall follow it.
Who will stand up for me against the workers of iniquity?
My soul had soon dwelt in silence.
Thy lovingkindness, O Jehovah, held me up.
Which frameth mischief by statute?
And condemn the innocent blood.
And my God the rock of my refuge.
And will cut them off in their own wickedness;
Jehovah our God will cut them off.