The crying of the poor passeth through thick clouds (M); And resteth not until it come nigh. It will not remove till God shall visit; And till he that judgeth righteously shall do judgement.
Yea, and God will not tarry; And as a mighty man he will not refrain himself: Till he smite the loins of the unmerciful; And repay vengeance to the heathen: Till he dispossess the sceptre of pride; And quite cut down the rod of the wicked:
Till he render to a man his due; And a man's recompense according to his devising: Till he plead (?) the cause of his people; And make them joyful (M) with his salvation.