2Be exalted O thou iudge of the world: and rewarde the proude after their deseruyng.
3O God howe long shall the vngodly: howe long shall the vngodly triumph?
4All such as be workers of iniquitie: they babble, they prate shoutly, they make boastes of them selues.
5They oppresse thy people O God: and they afflict thine heritage.
6They murther the wyddowe and the straunger: & put the fatherlesse to death.
7And they say, tushe the Lorde seeth it not: neither doth the God of Iacob vnderstande it.
8Understande ye vnwyse among the people: O ye fooles, when wyll ye be well aduised?
9He that hath planted the eare, shall he not heare? yf he shapeth the eye, shall he not see?
10He that chasteneth the heathen, shall not he punishe? it is he that teacheth man knowledge.
11God knoweth the thoughtes of man: that they are but vanitie.
12Blessed is the man O Lorde, whom thou wylt chasten: and whom thou wylt instruct in thy lawe.
13That thou mayest geue hym patience in tyme of aduersitie: vntyll the pyt be digged vp for the vngodly.
14For God wyll not reiect his people: neither wil he forsake his inheritaunce.
15For iudgement shalbe reduced vnto iustice: and after it shall all such as be vpryght of heart be iudged.
16Who will ryse vp with me agaynst the malicious? or who wyll take my part agaynst workers of wickednesse?
17If God had not ben an ayde vnto me: it had not fayled much but my soule had dwelled in silence.
18But when I sayde my foote hath slypped: thy mercy O God helde me vp.
19In the multitude of my cogitations from the bottome of my heart: thy comfortes dyd recreate my soule.
20Shall the seate of wickednesse haue any thyng to do with thee: which seate maketh wrong to be enacted for a law?
21They flocke together agaynst the soule of the ryghteous: and condemne the innocent blood.
22But God is to me a refuge: and my Lorde is the rocke of my confidence.
23And he wyll recompence them their wickednesse, and destroy them in their owne malice: God our Lorde wyll destroy them.
