Why do you stand so far off, O Thea,
and hide yourself in time of trouble?
The wicked arrogantly persecute the poor,
but they are trapped in the schemes they have devised.
The wicked boast of their heart’s desire;
the covetous curse and revile the poor.
The wicked are so proud that they care not for others;
their only thought is, “Creation does not matter.”
Their ways are devious at all times;
your judgments are far above out of their sight;
they defy all their enemies.
They say in their heart, “I shall not be shaken;
no harm shall happen to me ever.”
Their mouth is full of cursing, deceit, and oppression;
under their tongue are mischief and wrong.
They lurk in ambush in public squares
and in secret places they murder the innocent;
they spy out the helpless.
They lie in wait, like a lion in a covert;
they lie in wait to seize upon the lowly;
they seize the lowly and drag them away in their net.
The innocent are broken and humbled before them;
the helpless fall before their power.
Rise up, O Thea;
do not forget the afflicted.
Surely, you behold trouble and misery;
you see it and take it into your own hand.
The helpless commit themselves to you,
for you are the helper of orphans.
Break the power of the wicked and evil;
search out their wickedness until you find none.
Thea will hear the desire of the humble;
you will strengthen their heart and your ears shall hear;
To give justice to the orphan and oppressed,
so that mere mortals may strike terror no more.