I Take Refuge in You 1
2Lest he like a Lion seasoneth on my soule: teareth it in peeces, hauyng no rescue.
3O God my Lord, if I haue done any such thing: or if there be any wickednesse in my handes.
4If I haue done euyll vnto hym that had peace with me: and
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6Arise O God in thy wrath, and stand thou vp agaynst the rage of myne enemies: stirre thou for me
7And so shall the congregation of the people come about thee: for their sakes therfore place thy selfe on high.
8God wyll iudge the people: geue thou sentence with me O God according to my righteousnesse, and according to my perfection
9My desire is, that ye wickednesse of the vngodly may come to an ende: and that thou wouldest assist the iust, who art the tryer of heartes and of reynes, O most righteous Lorde.
10My buckler is with God: who preserueth them that be vpright in heart.
11The Lorde is a righteous iudge: and the Lorde is prouoked to anger euery day.
12If the wicked wyll not turne, he wyll whet his sworde: bende his bowe, and haue it in a redinesse
13He hath prepared hym instrumentes of death: he hath ordayned his arrowes agaynst them that be persecutors.
14Beholde, he wyll be in trauayle of a mischiefe, for he hath conceaued a labour: but yet he shall be brought to bed of a falsehood.
15He hath made a graue and digged it: but he hym selfe wyll fall into the pit whiche he hath made.
16For his labour shall come vpon his owne head: and his wickednesse shall fall vpon his owne pate.
17I wyll prayse God accordyng to his ryghteousnesse: & I wyll sing psalmes vnto the name of the most high God. |