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