Psalm 82

God stands in the great assembly,

judging gods who gather there:

“How long will you clear the wicked

with the judgments you declare?

“Vindicate the weak and orphans,

and the rights of those oppressed.

Save the weak, support the needy;

from the wicked give them rest.”

They are void of understanding;

no right judgment can they make.

On they walk in utter darkness;

all of earth’s foundations shake.

“You are gods,”—so I addressed them—

“you are sons of God Most High.

But like mortal men you’ll perish,

and like other rulers die.”

Rise, O God, and come in judgment;

justice for the earth command,

For you hold as your possession

every race and every land.