[To the chiefe musition,
a psalme of Dauid.]
1
Holde not thy tongue: O thou the Lorde of my prayse.
2
For the mouth of the vngodly and the mouth of the deceiptfull is opened vpon me: they haue spoken against me with a false tongue.
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And they haue compassed me about with hatefull wordes: and fought against me without a cause.
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For the loue that I bare vnto them, they are become mine aduersaries: but I geue my selfe vnto prayer.
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Thus haue they rewarded me euyll for good: and hatred for my good wyll.
6
Set thou an vngodly man to be ruler ouer him: and let Satan stande at his right hande.
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When sentence is geuen vpon hym, let him be condemned: and let his prayer be turned into sinne.
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Let his dayes be fewe: and let another take his office.
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Let his chyldren be fatherlesse: and his wyfe a wydowe.
10
Let his children be vagaboundes and go a begging: and let them seeke [foode] out of their barren groundes.
11
Let the extortioner bryng into his snare all that he hath: and let straungers spoyle his labour.
12
Let there be no man to shewe hym any gentlenes: nor to haue compassion vpon his fatherlesse children.
13
Let his posteritie come to destruction: and in the next generation let his name be cleane put out.
14
Let the wyckednes of his fathers be had in remembraunce in the sight of God: and let not the sinne of his mother be wyped away.
15
Let them be alway before God: that he may roote out the memorial of them from the earth.
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Because that he remembred not to do good: but he persecuted the afflicted and poore man, and hym whose heart was broken with sorow, that he might take his life from hym.
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His delight was in cursing, and it shal happen vnto him: he loued not blessing, therfore it hath ben farre from him.
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He clothed hym selfe with cursing, as with his garment: and it hath entred into his bowels like water, and like oyle into his bones.
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Let it be vnto hym as the garment that he is wrapt in: and as the gyrdle that he is alway gyrded withall.
20
Let this rewarde be from God vnto myne aduersaries: and vnto those that speake euill against my soule.
21
But thou O God my Lorde, do vnto me according vnto thy name: for sweete is thy mercy.
22
Deliuer me, for truely I am afflicted: and I am poore, and my heart is wounded within me.
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I passe away like a vading shadowe: and I am dryuen from place to place lyke the grashopper.
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My knees are weake through fasting: my fleshe is dryed vp for want of fatnesse.
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I am become also a reproche vnto them: they gase vpon me [and] they shake their head.
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Helpe me O my Lorde: oh saue me according to thy mercy.
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And let the know how that this is thy hande: & that thou O God hast done it.
28
They will curse, but thou wylt blesse: they wyl rise vp [against me] but let them be confounded, and thy seruaunt wyll reioyce.
29
Let mine aduersaries be clothed with shame: & let them couer the selues with their owne cofusion, as with a garment.
30
As for me I will greatly prayse God with my mouth: and I wyll prayse hym among the multitude.
31
For he wyll stande at the right hande of the poore: to saue him from the iudges of his soule.