- [To the chiefe musition,
a psalme of Dauid.]
- 1
- In God I put my trust: howe say ye then to my soule, that she shoulde flee as a byrde from your hyll.
- 2
- For lo, the vngodly haue bende their bowe: and nocked their arrowes with the string, redy to shoote priuily at them whiche are vpright in heart.
- 3
- For if the foundations shalbe caste downe: what must the righteous do?
- 4
- But God is in his holy temple, Gods throne is in heauen: his eyes looke downe, his eye liddes tryeth the chyldren of men.
- 5
- God wyll trye the righteous: but his soule abhorreth the vngodly, and hym that delighteth in wickednes.
- 6
- Upon ye vngodly he wyl rayne snares, fire and brimstone: and tempestious stormes shalbe their portion to drinke.
- 7
- For God most righteous, loueth righteousnes: his countenaunce wyll beholde the iust.
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