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My coutenauce is chaunged for very inwarde grefe, I cosume awaye, I haue so many enemies.

Awaye fro me all ye wicked doers, for the LORDE hath herde the voyce off my wepinge.

Sela. Stode vp (o LORDE) in yi wrath, lift vp thyself ouer the furious indignacio of myne enemies: aryse vp (for me) in the vengeaunce that thou hast promysed.

That the congregacion of the people maye come aboute the, for their sakes therfore lift vp thyselff agayne,

For his vnhappynes shall come vpon his owne heade, & his wickednes shall fall vpon his owne pate.

As for me, I will geue thankes vnto the LORDE for his rightuousnes sake, and wil prayse the name of the LORDE the most hyest.

For I considre thy heauens, euen the worke off thy fyngers: the Moone and the starres which thou hast made.

After thou haddest for a season made him lower the the angels, thou crownedest him with honor & glory.

For thou hast manteyned my right and my cause: thou syttest in the Trone that art the true iudge.

Thou rebukest the Heithen, and destroyest the vngodly, thou puttest out their name for euer and euer.

But ye LORDE endureth for euer, he hath prepared his seate vnto iudgmet.

The LORDE is a defence for the poore, a defence in the tyme of trouble.

Therfore they yt knowe thy name, put their trust in ye: for thou (LORDE) neuer faylest the, that seke the.

And why? he maketh inquysicion for their bloude, and remembreth them: he forgetteth not the complaynte of the poore.

As for the Heithen, the are suncke downe in the pytte that they made: in the same nette, which they spred out priuely, is their owne fote take.

But the poore shal not allwaye be out of remembraunce, the paciet abydinge of soch as be in trouble shall not perish for euer.

For the vngodly maketh boost of his owne hertes desyre, the cuvetous blesseth him self, and blasphemeth the LORDE.

For he sayeth in his herte: Tush, I shal neuer be cast downe, there shal no harme happe vnto me. His mouth is full of cursynge, fraude and disceate: vnder his toge is trauayle & sorow.

For he sayeth in his herte: Tush, God hath forgotten, he hath turned awaye his face, so yt he will neuer se it.

Wherfore shulde the wicked blaspheme God, and saye in his herte: Tush, he careth not for it?