After a long time, the king of Egypt died. The Israelites groaned and cried out under their burden of slavery, and their cry for deliverance from bondage ascended to God.
They caused the cry of the poor to come before Him, and He heard the outcry of the afflicted.
Attend to me and answer me. I am restless in my complaint, and distraught
For You are the God of my refuge. Why have You rejected me? Why must I walk in sorrow because of the enemy’s oppression?
He leads priests away barefoot and overthrows the established.
About that time there was a great outcry from the people and their wives against their fellow Jews.
“For the cause of the oppressed and for the groaning of the needy, I will now arise,” says the LORD. “I will bring safety to him who yearns.”
Do you have an arm like God’s? Can you thunder with a voice like His?
And there was a widow in that town who kept appealing to him, ‘Give me justice against my adversary.’
For the choirmaster. To the tune of “A Dove on Distant Oaks.” A Miktam of David, when the Philistines seized him in Gath. Be merciful to me, O God, for men are hounding me; all day they press their attack.
And now the cry of the Israelites has reached Me, and I have seen how severely the Egyptians are oppressing them.
Break the arm of the wicked and evildoer; call him to account for his wickedness until none is left to be found.