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  • 1. O God the Lord of [all] auengeaunce: the Lorde of [all] auengeaunce shewe thy [glorious maiestie.]
  • 2. Be exalted O thou iudge of the world: and rewarde the proude after their deseruyng.
  • 3. O God howe long shall the vngodly: howe long shall the vngodly triumph?
  • 4. All such as be workers of iniquitie: they babble, they prate shoutly, they make boastes of them selues.
  • 5. They oppresse thy people O God: and they afflict thine heritage.
  • 6. They murther the wyddowe and the straunger: & put the fatherlesse to death.
  • 7. And they say, tushe the Lorde seeth it not: neither doth the God of Iacob vnderstande it.
  • 8. Understande ye vnwyse among the people: O ye fooles, when wyll ye be well aduised?
  • 9. He that hath planted the eare, shall he not heare? yf he shapeth the eye, shall he not see?
  • 10. He that chasteneth the heathen, shall not he punishe? it is he that teacheth man knowledge.
  • 11. God knoweth the thoughtes of man: that they are but vanitie.
  • 12. Blessed is the man O Lorde, whom thou wylt chasten: and whom thou wylt instruct in thy lawe.
  • 13. That thou mayest geue hym patience in tyme of aduersitie: vntyll the pyt be digged vp for the vngodly.
  • 14. For God wyll not reiect his people: neither wil he forsake his inheritaunce.
  • 15. For iudgement shalbe reduced vnto iustice: and after it shall all such as be vpryght of heart [be iudged.]
  • 16. Who will ryse vp with me agaynst the malicious? or who wyll take my part agaynst workers of wickednesse?
  • 17. If God had not ben an ayde vnto me: it had not fayled much but my soule had dwelled in silence.
  • 18. But when I sayde my foote hath slypped: thy mercy O God helde me vp.
  • 19. In the multitude of my cogitations from the bottome of my heart: thy comfortes dyd recreate my soule.
  • 20. Shall the seate of wickednesse haue any thyng to do with thee: which [seate] maketh wrong to be enacted for a law?
  • 21. They flocke together agaynst the soule of the ryghteous: and condemne the innocent blood.
  • 22. But God is to me a refuge: and my Lorde is the rocke of my confidence.
  • 23. And he wyll recompence them their wickednesse, and destroy them in their owne malice: God our Lorde wyll destroy them.