9. "All of them come for violence. Their horde of faces moves forward. They collect captives like sand.
10. "They mock at kings And rulers are a laughing matter to them. They laugh at every fortress And heap up rubble to capture it.
11. "Then they will sweep through like the wind and pass on. But they will be held guilty, They whose strength is their god."
12. Are You not from everlasting, O Lord, my God, my Holy One? We will not die. You, O Lord, have appointed them to judge; And You, O Rock, have established them to correct.
13. Your eyes are too pure to approve evil, And You can not look on wickedness with favor. Why do You look with favor On those who deal treacherously? Why are You silent when the wicked swallow up Those more righteous than they?
14. Why have You made men like the fish of the sea, Like creeping things without a ruler over them?