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Soch a ma is like a tre plated by ye watersyde, yt brigeth forth his frute in due season. His leeues shal not fall off, ad loke what soeuer he doth, it shal prospere.

The kynges of the earth stode vp, and the rulers are come together, agaynst the LORDE ad agaynst his anoynted.

Then shal he speake vnto them in his wrath, and vexe them in his sore dispeasure.

Kysse the sonne, lest the LORDE be angrie, and so ye perish from the right waye. For his wrath shalbe kindled shortly: blessed are all they that put their trust in him.

I call vpon the LORDE with my voyce, and he heareth me out of his holy hill.

Sela Knowe this, that the LORDE dealeth maruelously with his saynte: and when I call vpon the LORDE, he heareth me.

God is a rightuous iudge, & God is euer threateninge. Yf men wil not turne, he hath whet his swearde: he hath bent his bowe & made it ready.

He hath prepayred him the weapens of death, & ordened his arowes to destroye.

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.

Thou hast set him aboue the workes off thy hondes: thou hast put all thinges in subieccion vnder his fete.

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

O prayse the LORDE, which dwelleth in Sion shewe ye people of his doinges.

Thus ye LORDE is knowne to execute true iudgment, whe the vngodly is trapped in the workes of his owne handes.

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

The vngodly is so proude and full of indignacio, that he careth not: nether is God before his eyes.

His wayes are allwaye filthie, thy iudgmentes are farre out of his sight, he defyeth all his enemies.

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.

He sytteth lurkynge in the gardens, that he maye pryuely murthur the innocent, his eyes are set vpo the poore.

He lyeth waytinge secretly, as it were a lyon in his denne. He lurketh that he maye rauysh the poore,