Psalms 109:11
An exactor layeth a snare for all that he hath, And strangers spoil his labour.
An exactor layeth a snare for all that he hath, And strangers spoil his labour.
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7In his being judged, he goeth forth wicked, And his prayer is for sin.
8His days are few, his oversight another taketh,
9His sons are fatherless, and his wife a widow.
10And wander continually do his sons, Yea, they have begged, And have sought out of their dry places.
12He hath none to extend kindness, Nor is there one showing favour to his orphans.
13His posterity is for cutting off, In another generation is their name blotted out.
10Lest strangers be filled `with' thy power, And thy labours in the house of a stranger,
8Meet him doth desolation -- he knoweth not, And his net that he hid catcheth him, For desolation he falleth into it.
5Whose harvest the hungry doth eat, And even from the thorns taketh it, And the designing swallowed their wealth.
41Spoiled him have all passing by the way, He hath been a reproach to his neighbours,
18He is giving back `what' he laboured for, And doth not consume `it'; As a bulwark `is' his exchange, and he exults not.
19For he oppressed -- he forsook the poor, A house he hath taken violently away, And he doth not build it.
15They are before Jehovah continually, And He cutteth off from earth their memorial.
16Because that he hath not remembered to do kindness, And pursueth the poor man and needy, And the smitten of heart -- to slay,
17And he loveth reviling, and it meeteth him, And he hath not delighted in blessing, And it is far from him.
23For Jehovah pleadeth their cause, And hath spoiled the soul of their spoilers.
2To turn aside from judgment the poor, And to take violently away the judgment Of the afflicted of My people, That widows may be their prey, That the fatherless they may spoil.
24Pour upon them Thine indignation, And the fierceness of Thine anger doth seize them.
25Their tower is desolated, In their tents there is no dweller.
8Let me sow -- and another eat, And my products let be rooted out.
10His sons do the poor oppress, And his hands give back his wealth.
7The spoil of the wicked catcheth them, Because they have refused to do judgment.
22Their table before them is for a snare, And for a recompence -- for a trap.
19It is to him as apparel -- he covereth himself, And for a continual girdle he girdeth it on.
20This `is' the wage of mine accusers from Jehovah, And of those speaking evil against my soul.
4Give to them according to their acting, And according to the evil of their doings. According to the work of their hands give to them. Return their deed to them.
13This `is' the portion of wicked man with God, And the inheritance of terrible ones From the Mighty they receive.
14If his sons multiply -- for them `is' a sword. And his offspring `are' not satisfied `with' bread.
9Wo `to' him who is gaining evil gain for his house, To set on high his nest, To be delivered from the hand of evil,
6Widow and sojourner they slay, And fatherless ones they murder.
2And they have desired fields, And they have taken violently, And houses, and they have taken away, And have oppressed a man and his house, Even a man and his inheritance.
19So `are' the paths of every gainer of dishonest gain, The life of its owners it taketh.
9Seize on the heel doth a gin, Prevail over him do the designing.
19`Cursed `is' he who is turning aside the judgment of fatherless, sojourner, and widow, -- and all the people have said, Amen.
9He lieth in wait in a secret place, as a lion in a covert. He lieth in wait to catch the poor, He catcheth the poor, drawing him into his net.
13Every precious substance we find, We fill our houses `with' spoil,
2Through the pride of the wicked, Is the poor inflamed, They are caught in devices that they devised.
21Therefore, give up their sons to famine, And cause them to run on the sides of the sword, And their wives are bereaved and widows, And their men are slain by death, Their young men smitten by sword in battle,
15Lay not wait, O wicked one, At the habitation of the righteous. Do not spoil his resting-place.
27Give punishment for their iniquity, And they enter not into Thy righteousness.
9They take violently away From the breast the orphan, And on the poor they lay a pledge.
9Who is brightening up the spoiled against the strong, And the spoiled against a fortress cometh.
11A talkative man is not established in the earth, One of violence -- evil hunteth to overflowing.
14At even-time, lo, terror, before morning it is not, This `is' the portion of our spoilers, And the lot of our plunderers!
21There is not a remnant to his food, Therefore his good doth not stay.
22In the fulness of his sufficiency he is straitened. Every perverse hand doth meet him.
15Break the arm of the wicked and the evil, Seek out his wickedness, find none;
4Sojourn in thee do My outcasts, O Moab, Be a secret hiding-place to them, From the face of a destroyer, For ceased hath the extortioner, Finished hath been a destroyer, Consumed the treaders down out of the land.
10The wicked seeth, and hath been angry, His teeth he gnasheth, and hath melted, The desire of the wicked doth perish!
28Remove doth the increase of his house, Poured forth in a day of His anger.