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Thou hast rebuked the heathen: thou hast destroyed the wicked: thou hast put out their name for euer and euer.

But the Lorde shall sit for euer: hee hath prepared his throne for iudgement.

For he shall iudge the worlde in righteousnes, and shall iudge the people with equitie.

The Lord also wil be a refuge for the poore, a refuge in due time, euen in affliction.

And they that know thy Name, will trust in thee: for thou, Lorde, hast not failed them that seeke thee.

For whe he maketh inquisition for blood, hee remembreth it, and forgetteth not the complaint of the poore.

For the poore shall not bee alway forgotten: the hope of the afflicted shall not perish for euer.

For the wicked hath made boast of his owne heartes desire, and the couetous blesseth himselfe: he contemneth the Lord.

The wicked is so proude that hee seeketh not for God: hee thinketh alwayes, There is no God.

Yet thou hast seene it: for thou beholdest mischiefe and wrong, that thou mayest take it into thine handes: the poore committeth himselfe vnto thee: for thou art the helper of the fatherlesse.

The Lorde is King for euer and euer: the heathen are destroyed foorth of his land.

For loe, the wicked bende their bowe, and make readie their arrowes vpon the string, that they may secretly shoote at them, which are vpright in heart.

For the foundations are cast downe: what hath the righteous done?

For the righteous Lorde loueth righteousnes: his countenance doeth beholde the iust.

To him that excelleth vpon the eight tune. A Psalme of Dauid. Helpe Lord, for there is not a godly man left: for the faithfull are fayled from among the children of men.

Now for the oppression of the needy, and for the sighes of the poore, I will vp, sayeth the Lord, and will set at libertie him, whom the wicked hath snared.

Thou wilt keepe them, O Lord: thou wilt preserue him from this generation for euer.

The wicked walke on euery side: when they are exalted, it is a shame for the sonnes of men.

To him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid. Howe long wilt thou forget me, O Lord, for euer? howe long wilt thou hide thy face from me?

Michtam of Dauid. Preserue mee, O God: for in thee doe I trust.