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