Psalms 10:1-13 ▼

1 Why standest thou so farre of O God? why hidest thee in the tyme of trouble?

2 The vngodly of a wylfulnesse persecuteth the poore: but euery one of them shalbe taken in the craftie wylines that they haue imagined.

3 For the vngodly prayseth according to his owne heartes desire: and blessing the couetous, he blasphemeth God.

4 The vngodly looketh so proudly as though he cared for none at all: neither is the Lorde in all his thoughtes.

5 His wayes are alwayes greeuous, but thy iudgementes are farre aboue out of his sight: and therfore he snuffeth at all his enemies.

6 He hath sayde in his heart, tushe, I can not be remoued: for I can not be touched at any tyme with harme.

7 His mouth is full of cursing, and of deceate, and of fraude: vnder his tongue is labour and mischiefe.

8 He sitteth lurkyng in theeuishe corners of the streates: and priuily in lurking dennes he doth murther the innocent, he eyeth diligently hym that is weake.

9 He lieth in wayte lurking as a Lion in his denne: he lyeth in wayte lurkyng, that he may violently carry away the afflicted, he doth carry away violentlye the afflicted, in halyng hym into his net.

10 He croucheth and humbleth him selfe: so that a number of the that be weake, fall by his myght.

11 He sayeth in his heart, tushe, the Lord hath forgotten: he hydeth away his face, and he wyll neuer see it.

12 Aryse vp O Lorde God: lift vp thine hande, forget not the afflicted.

13 Wherefore shoulde the wicked blaspheme the Lorde: whyle he sayeth in his heart, that thou wylt not call to accompt?