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They shal fall in to the swerde, & be a porcio for foxes. But ye kynge shal reioyse in God: all they that sweare by hym, shal be commeded, for the mouth of lyers shalbe stopped.

And all men that se it, shal saye: this hath God done for they shal perceaue, yt it is his worke.

The ryuer of God is full of waters, thou preparest man his corne, ad thus thou prouydest for the earth.

He ruleth with his power for euer, his eyes beholde the people: the rennagates shal not be able to exalte them selues.

For thou (o God) hast proued vs, thou hast tried vs like as syluer is tried.

Sela. O come hither and herke (all ye that feare God) I wil tell you, what he hath done for my soule.

That thy beastes maye dwell therin, which thou of thy goodnes hast prepared for the poore.

Why hoppe ye so, ye greate hilles? It pleaseth God to dwell vpo this hill, yee the LORDE wil abyde in it for euer.

Thou art gone vp an hye, thou hast led captyuite captyue, & receaued giftes for me: Yee euen for thy enemies, that they might dwell with the LORDE God.

O geue thankes vnto God the LORDE in the congregacion, for the welles of Israel.

For thy teples sake at Ierusalem shal kynges brynge presentes vnto the.

Reproue the beestes amonge the redes, the heape of bulles with the calues: those that dryue for money. Oh scatre the people that delyte in batayle.

Helpe me (o God) for the waters are come in eue vnto my soule.

I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God.

Let not them that trust in the (o LORDE God of hoostes) be ashamed for my cause: let not those yt seke the, be confounded thorow me, o God of Israel.

And why? for thy sake do I suffre reprofe, shame couereth my face.

For the zele of thine house hath euen eaten me, and the rebukes of them that rebuked the, is fallen vpon me.

Heare me (o LORDE) for thy louynge kyndnesse is confortable: turne the vnto me acordinge vnto yi greate mercy.

Hyde not thy face from thy seruaut, for I am in trouble: O haist ye to helpe me.

The rebuke breaketh my hert, & maketh me heuy: I loke for some to haue pitie vpon me, but there is no man: & for some to coforte me, but I fynde none.