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maintained my right and my cause: thou art set is mischiefe and iniquitie. 8 He lieth in waite
in the throne, and iudgest right. 5 Thou hast in the villages: in the secret places doeth hee
rebuked the heathen: thou hast destroyed the murder the innocent: his eyes are bent against
wicked: thou hast put out their name for euer the poore. 9 He lyeth in waite secretly, euen as
and euer. O enemie, destructions are come to a a lyon in his denne: he lyeth in waite to spoyle
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perpetual end, and thou hast destroyed the cities: the poore: he doeth spoyle the poore, when he
their memoriall is perished with them. 7 But draweth him into his net. 10 He croucheth and
the Lord shall sit for euer: hee hath prepared boweth: therefore heaps of the poore doe fall
his throne for iudgement. 8 For he shall iudge by his might. 11 He hath said in his heart, God
the worlde in righteousnes, and shall iudge the hath forgotten, he hideth away his face, and will
people with equitie. 9 The Lord also wil be a neuer see. 12 Arise, O Lord God: lift vp thine
refuge for the poore, a refuge in due time, euen hande: forget not the poore. 13 Wherefore doeth
in affliction. 10 And they that know thy Name, the wicked contemne God? he saith in his heart,
will trust in thee: for thou, Lord, hast not failed Thou wilt not regard. 14 Yet thou hast seene
them that seeke thee. 11 Sing praises to the Lord, it: for thou beholdest mischiefe and wrong, that
which dwelleth in Zion: shewe the people his thou mayest take it into thine handes: the poore
workes. 12 For whe he maketh inquisition for committeth himselfe vnto thee: for thou art the
blood, hee remembreth it, and forgetteth not the helper of the fatherlesse. 15 Breake thou the
complaint of the poore. 13 Haue mercie vpon arme of the wicked and malicious: searche his
mee, O Lord: consider my trouble which I suffer wickednes, and thou shalt finde none. 16 The
of them that hate mee, thou that liftest me vp Lord is King for euer and euer: the heathen are
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from the gates of death, 14 That I may shewe all destroyed foorth of his land. Lord, thou hast
thy praises within the gates of the daughter of heard the desire of the poore: thou preparest
Zion, and reioyce in thy saluation. 15 The heathen their heart: thou bendest thine eare to them,
To iudge the fatherlesse and poore, that earthly
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are sunken downe in the pit that they made: man cause to feare no more.
in the nette that they hid, is their foote taken.
16 The Lord is knowen by executing iudgement: 11
the wicked is snared in the worke of his owne 1 To him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid.
handes. Higgaion. Selah. 17 The wicked shall In the Lord put I my trust: howe say yee then
turne into hell, and all nations that forget God. to my soule, Flee to your mountaine as a birde?
18 For the poore shall not bee alway forgotten: 2 For loe, the wicked bende their bowe, and make
the hope of the afflicted shall not perish for euer. readie their arrowes vpon the string, that they
19 Vp Lord: let not man preuaile: let the heathen may secretly shoote at them, which are vpright in
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be iudged in thy sight. 20 Put them in feare, O heart. For the foundations are cast downe: what
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Lord, that the heathen may knowe that they are hath the righteous done? The Lord is in his holy
but men. Selah. palace: the Lordes throne is in the heauen: his
eyes wil consider: his eye lids will try the children
10 of men. 5 The Lord will try the righteous: but

1 Why standest thou farre off, O Lord, and the wicked and him that loueth iniquitie, doeth
hidest thee in due time, euen in affliction? The his soule hate. 6 Vpon the wicked he shall raine
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wicked with pride doeth persecute the poore: snares, fire, and brimstone, and stormie tempest:
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let them be taken in the craftes that they haue thisistheporcionoftheircup. Fortherighteous
imagined. 3 For the wicked hath made boast Lord loueth righteousnes: his countenance doeth
of his owne heartes desire, and the couetous beholde the iust.
blesseth himselfe: he contemneth the Lord. The
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wicked is so proude that hee seeketh not for 12
God: hee thinketh alwayes, There is no God. 1 To him that excelleth upon the eight tune. A
5 His wayes alway prosper: thy iudgements are Psalme of Dauid. Helpe Lord, for there is not a
hie aboue his sight: therefore defieth he all his godly man left: for the faithfull are fayled from
enemies. He saith in his heart, I shall neuer be among the children of men. 2 They speake de-
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moued, nor be in danger. 7 His mouth is full of ceitfully euery one with his neighbour, flattering
cursing and deceite and fraude: vnder his tongue with their lips, and speake with a double heart.