All my bones will exclaim, “Who is like You, O LORD, who delivers the afflicted from the aggressor, the poor and needy from the robber?”
Who among the gods is like You, O LORD? Who is like You—majestic in holiness, revered with praises, performing wonders?
I know that the LORD upholds justice for the poor and defends the cause of the needy.
O Lord, there is none like You among the gods, nor any works like Yours.
For He stands at the right hand of the needy one, to save him from the condemners of his soul.
Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones You have crushed rejoice.
Your righteousness reaches to the heavens, O God, You who have done great things. Who, O God, is like You?
He rescued me from my powerful enemy, from foes too mighty for me.
He protects all his bones; not one of them will be broken.
When I kept silent, my bones became brittle from my groaning all day long.
But You have regarded trouble and grief; You see to repay it by Your hand. The victim entrusts himself to You; You are t
There is no soundness in my body because of Your anger; there is no rest in my bones because of my sin.
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed. My heart is like wax; it melts away within me.
For who in the skies can compare with the LORD? Who among the heavenly beings is like the LORD?
Do not rob a poor man because he is poor, and do not crush the afflicted at the gate,
This poor man called out, and the LORD heard him; He saved him from all his troubles.
For the LORD listens to the needy and does not despise His captive people.
“To whom will you liken Me, or who is My equal?” asks the Holy One.
The wicked have drawn the sword and bent the bow to bring down the poor and needy, to slay those whose ways are upright.
For He has not despised or detested the torment of the afflicted. He has not hidden His face from him, but has attended
For my days vanish like smoke, and my bones burn like glowing embers.
A man is also chastened on his bed with pain and constant distress in his bones,
He saves the needy from the sword in their mouth and from the clutches of the powerful.
To whom will you liken God? To what image will you compare Him?
Who would not fear You, O King of nations? This is Your due. For among all the wise men of the nations, and in all their
He will turn toward the prayer of the destitute; He will not despise their prayer.