Psalm 82

AMong the Gods, God takes a room
To judge among the great.
How long will ye unjustly doom,
While sitting in his seat?
The wicked yee are partiall to,
But should defend the poor:
Unto the needy justice do
And fatherless secure.
Save, rid them from the wickeds hand,
These poor and succourless:
They know not, nor will understand,
But walk in darksomness.
The earths foundation quite decai'd,
All out of order runnes:
I styl'd you Gods, all you I said
Are high Jehovahs sonnes.
But die like men of mortall birth,
Like Princes fall shall you:
Arise, O God, and judge the earth,
All Nations are thy due.