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For in so moch as he is God, he maketh my herte soft: and seynge that he is Allmightie, he putteth me in feare.

For some me there be, that remoue other mes londe markes: that robbe them of their catell, and kepe the same for their owne:

that dryue awaye the asse of the fatherlesse: that take ye wyddowes oxe for a pledge:

Beholde, the wilde asses in ye deserte go by tymes (as their maner is) to spoyle: Yee the very wildernesse ministreth foode for their children.

The whole cite crieth vnto the LORDE with sighinge, the soules of the slayne make their complaynte: But God destroyeth them not for all this,

The eye of the vngodly is like the aduouterer, that wayteth for the darcknesse, and sayeth thus in him self: Tush, there shal no ma se me, & so he disgyseth his face.

For as soone as the daye breaketh, the shadowe of death commeth vpo them, and they go in horrible darcknesse.

O yt they (for the wickednesse which they haue done) were drawen to the hell, sooner the snowe melteth at the heate.

For they manteyne the baren, & make them yt they can not beare, & vnto wyddowes they do no good.

And though they might be safe, yet they wil not receaue it, for their eyes loke vpon their owne wayes.

They are exalted for a litle, but shortly are they gone, brought to extreme pouerte, & take out of the waye: yee & vtterly plucte of as the eares of corne.

God forbydde, that I shulde graunte youre cause to be right. As for me, vntill myne ende come wil I neuer go fro myne innocency.

My rightuous dealynge wil I kepe fast, & not forsake it: For my conscience reproueth me not in all my conuersacion.

She can not be gotten for the most fyne golde, nether maye the pryce of her be bought with eny moneye.

There is nothinge so worthy, or so excellet, as once to be named vnto her: for parfecte wy?dome goeth farre beyonde the all.

For he beholdeth the endes of the worlde, and loketh vpon all that is vnder the heaue.

For I delyuered ye poore whe he cried, & the fatherlesse yt wanted helpe.

For my rote was spred out by the waters syde, & the dew laye vpo my corne.

Vnto me men gaue eare, me they regarded, & wt sylence they taried for my coucell.

They wayted for me, as the earth doth for the rayne: & gaped vpon me, as the groude doth to receaue the latter shower.