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0. [To the chiefe musition, <BR />a psalme of Dauid.]
1. In God I put my trust: howe say ye then to my soule, that she shoulde flee as a byrde from your hyll.
2. For lo, the vngodly haue bende their bowe: and nocked their arrowes with the string, redy to shoote priuily at them whiche are vpright in heart.
3. For if the foundations shalbe caste downe: what must the righteous do?
4. But God is in his holy temple, Gods throne is in heauen: his eyes looke downe, his eye liddes tryeth the chyldren of men.
5. God wyll trye the righteous: but his soule abhorreth the vngodly, and hym that delighteth in wickednes.
6. Upon ye vngodly he wyl rayne snares, fire and brimstone: and tempestious stormes shalbe their portion to drinke.
7. For God most righteous, loueth righteousnes: his countenaunce wyll beholde the iust.