The LORD Will Not Forget His People

1O Lorde God, to whom vengeaunce belogeth: thou God to whom vengeaunce belongeth, shewe thy self.

2Arise thou iudge of the worlde, & rewarde the proude after their deseruynge.

3LORDE, how longe shal the vngodly, how longe shal the vngodly tryumphe?

4How longe shal all wicked doers speake so disdaynedly, and make soch proude boastynge?

5They smyte downe thy people (o LORDE) and trouble thine heretage.

6They murthur the widdowe and the straunger, and put the fatherlesse to death.

7And yet they saie: Tush, the LORDE seyth not, the God of Iacob regardeth it not.

8Take hede, ye vnwise amonge the people: o ye fooles, when wil ye vnderstonde?

9He that planted the eare, shal he not heare? he that made the eye, shal not he se?

10He that nurtureth the Heithen, and teacheth a man knowlege, shal not he punysh?

11The LORDE knoweth the thoughtes of men, that they are but vayne.

12Blessed is the ma, whom thou lernest (o LORDE) and teachest him in thy lawe.

13That thou mayest geue him pacience in tyme of aduersite, vntill the pytte be dygged vp for the vngodly.

14For the LORDE wil not fayle his people, nether wil he forsake his inheritaunce.

15And why? iudgment shalbe turned agayne vnto rightuousnesse, and all soch as be true of hert shal folowe it.

16Who ryseth vp with me agaynst the wicked? who taketh my parte agaynst the euell doers?

17Yf the LORDE had not helped me, my soule had allmost bene put to sylence.

18When I sayde: my fote hath slipped, thy mercy (o LORDE) helde me vp.

19In ye multitude of the sorowes that I had in my herte, thy comfortes haue refreshed my soule.

20Wilt thou haue eny thinge to do with the stole of wickednesse, which ymagineth myschefe in the lawe?

21They gather them together agaynst the soule of the rightuous, & condemne the innocent bloude.

22But the LORDE is my refuge, my God is the stregth of my confidece.

23He shal recompence the their wickednesse, and destroye them in their owne malice: yee the LORDE oure God shal destroye them.