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O Lord God, to whome vengeance belongeth: O God to whome vengeance belongeth, shew thy selfe.
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Lift vp thy selfe, thou iudge of the earth: render a reward to the proud.
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Lord, how long shall the wicked?
how long shall the wicked triumph?
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How long shal they vtter, and speake hard things?
and all the workers of iniquitie boast themselues?
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They breake in pieces thy people, O Lord: and afflict thine heritage.
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They slay the widowe and the stranger: and murder the fatherlesse.
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Yet they say, The Lord shall not see: neither shall the God of Iacob regard it.
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Understand, yee brutish among the people: and ye fooles, when will ye be wise?
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He that planted the eare, shall he not heare?
he that formed the eye, shall he not see?
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He that chastiseth the heathen, shall not he correct?
hee that teacheth man knowledge, shall not he know?
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The Lord knoweth the thoughts of man: that they are vanitie.
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Blessed is the man whome thou chastenest, O Lord: and teachest him out of thy Law:
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That thou mayest giue him rest from the dayes of aduersitie: vntill the pit be digged for the wicked.
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For the Lord will not cast off his people: neither will he forsake his inheritance.
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But iudgement shall returne vnto righteousnesse: and all the vpright in heart shall follow it.
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Who will rise vp for mee against the euill doers?
or who will stand vp for me against the workers of iniquitie?
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Unlesse the Lord had bene my helpe: my soule had almost dwelt in silence.
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When I said, My foote slippeth: thy mercie, O Lord, held me vp.
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In the multitude of my thoughts within me, thy comforts delight my soule.
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Shal the throne of iniquitie haue fellowship with thee: which frameth mischiefe by a lawe?
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They gather themselues together against the soule of the righteous: and condemne the innocent blood.
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But the Lord is my defence: and my God is the rocke of my refuge.
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And hee shall bring vpon them their owne iniquitie, and shall cut them off in their owne wickednesse: yea the Lord our God shall cut them off.