Psal. XCIV

Lord God to whom doth appertain the recompence of wrongs: O mighty God, shine clearly forth, to whom revenge belongs. Thou judge of th' earth, lift up thy self, the proud their wages pay. How long O Lord, shall wicked men? how long triumph shall they?

O how long shall they utter forth, and grievous things express? How long shall all such boast themselves as do work wickedness? Lord, they thy folk in pieces break, and heritage oppress. The widow and the stranger slay, and kill the fatherless.

The Lord, they say, yet shall not see nor Jacobs God it mind. Learn bruitish people, and ye fools, when will you wisdom find? Who plants the ear, shall he not hear? who forms the eye, not see? Who heathen smites, shall be not check? mans teacher, knows not he?

Jehovah knows the thoughts of man that they are very vain: Lord blest is he whom thou correct'st and in thy law dost train. That thou may'st give him quietness from days of misery: Until the pit be digged for such as do wickedly.

Because Jehovah never will his people cast away: Nor yet will he forsake his own inheritance for ay. But judgment unto righteousness it shall return again: Likewise all upright ones in heart they shall pursue it then.

Against the evil doers who will up for me arise? Who will stand up for me 'gainst them that work iniquities? Had not the Lord me help'd, my soul had near in silence dwell'd. When as I said my foot slips, Lord thy mercy me upheld.

Amidst the multitude of thoughts that are within my mind, Still from thy consolations my soul delight doth find, 20 What shall the throne of wickedness have fellowship with thee? Mischievous molestation which forgeth by decree.

They jointly gathered themselves, together they withstood The soul of him that righteous is, and damn'd the guiltless blood, Nevertheless Jehovah is to me a refuge high: My God he also is the Rock, where I for safety flie.

Their mischief he on them shall bring and in their wickedness Shall cut them off, the Lord our God ev'n he shall them suppress.