There where the judg­es ga­ther
A great­er takes His seat;
How long, He asks the judges,
“Will ye pro­nounce de­ceit?
How long re­spect the per­sons
Of them of ill re­pute?
How long ne­glect the or­phaned,
The poor and des­ti­tute?

Deal just­ly with the needy,
Protect the fa­ther­less,
Deliver the af­flict­ed
From those who would dis­tress.
But you are whol­ly blind­ed,
You do not un­der­stand;
Therefore foun­da­tions tot­ter,
Injustice rocks the land.

He speaks, I named you rul­ers,
Sons of the most high God,
But you shall die as mor­tals,
And per­ish by My rod.
Arise, Thou God of judg­ment,
Thy so­ver­eign­ty make known;
For Thine shall be the na­tions,
The peo­ples Thou shalt own.