⁹ From the wicked that oppress me, from my deadly enemies, who compass me about.

²⁴ Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and forgettest our affliction and our oppression?

¹²¹ I have done judgment and justice: leave me not to mine oppressors.

¹³⁴ Deliver me from the oppression of man: so will I keep thy precepts.

¹⁴ Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: mine eyes fail with looking upward: O Lord, I am oppressed; undertake for me.