1 God, hath taken his place in the august assembly, In the midst of the gods, will he judge.
2 How long will ye judge perversely, And, the countenances of the lawless, uplift? Selah.
3 Vindicate the weak and the fatherless, The oppressed and the poor, see righted;
4 Deliver the weak sad the needy, Out of the hand of the lawless, make rescue.
5 They know not, neither can they perceive, In darkness, they wander, All the foundations of the earth do shake.
6 I, said, Gods, ye are, Yea, sons of the Highest, are ye all;
7 But indeed, like the earth-born, shall ye die! And, like one of the princes, shall ye fall!
8 Arise! O God, judge thou the earth, For, thou, wilt inherit all the nations.