cause;

on throne sat'st judging right.

5 The heathen thou rebuked hast, the wicked overthrown;

Thou hast put out their names, that may never more be known. [they

6 O en'my! now destructions have an end perpetual:

Thou cities raz'd, perish'd with them is their memorial.

7 God shall endure for aye; he doth for judgment set his throne;

8 In righteousness to judge the world, justice to give each one.

9 God also will a refuge be

for those that are oppress'd;

A refuge will he be in times of trouble to distress'd.

10 And they that know thy name, in thee their confidence will place: For thou hast not forsaken them that truly seek thy face.

il O sing ye praises to the Lord that dwells in Sion hill; And all the nations among his deeds record ye still.

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PSALM X.

1 WHEREFORE is it that trou, C Lord, dost stand from us afar?

And wherefore hidest thou thyself when times so troublous are?

2 The wicked in his loftiness doth persecute the poor:

In these devices they have fram'd let them be taken sure.

8 The wicked of his heart's desire doth talk with boasting great; He blesseth him that's covetous, whom yet the Lord doth hate.

4 The wicked, through his pride of face, on God he doth not call;

And in the counsels of his heart
the Lord is not at all.

5 His ways they always grievous are;
thy judgments from his sight
Removed are: at all his foes
he puffeth with despight.

6 Within his heart he thus hath said,
I shall not moved be;
And no adversity at all
shall ever come to me.

7 His mouth with cursing, fraud, deceit, is fill'd abundantly;

And underneath his tongue there is mischief and vanity.

8 He closely sits in villages;

he slays the innocent:
Against the poor that pass him by
his cruel eyes are bent.

9 He, lion-like, lurks in his den;
he waits the poor to take;
And when he draws him in his net,
his prey he doth him make.

10 Himself he humbleth very low, he croucheth down withal, That so a multitude of poor may by his strong ones fall.

11 He thus hath said within his heart, The Lord hath quite forgot;. He hides his countenance, and he for ever sees it not.

12 O Lord, do thou arise; O God, lift up thine hand on high: Put not the meek afflicted ones out of thy memory.

13 Why is it that the wicked man

thus doth the Lord despise? Because that God will it require he in his heart denies.

14 Thou hast it seen; for their mischief and spite thou wilt repay: The poor commits himself to thee; thou art the orphan's stay.

15 The arm break of the wicked man,
and of the evil one;

Do thou seek out his wickedness,
until thou findest none.

16 The Lord is king through ages all,
ev'n to eternity;

The heathen people from his land
are perish'd utterly.

17 O Lord, of those that humble are

thou the desire didst hear;

Thou wilt prepare their heart, and thou to hear wilt bend thine ear;

18 To judge the fatherless, and those that are oppressed sore;

That man, that is but sprung of earth, may them oppress no more.

1 HELP, Lord, because the godly man doth daily fade away;

And from among the sons of men the faithful do decay.

2 Unto his neighbour ev'ry one doth utter vanity:

They with a double heart do speak, and lips of flattery.

3 God shall cut off all flatt'ring lips, tongues that speak proudly thus,

4 We'll with our tongue prevail, our lips are ours who's lord o'er us?

5 For poor oppress'd, and for the sighs of needy, rise will I,

Saith God, and him in safety set

from such as him defy.

6 The words of God are words most pure, they be like silver tr'd

In earthen furnace, seven times that hath been purify'd.

7 Lord, thou shalt them preserve and keep for ever from this race.

8 On each side walk the wicked, when vile men are high in place.

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PSALM XIII.

1 HOW long wilt thou forget me, Lord ? shall it for ever be?

O how long shall it be that thou
wilt hide thy face from me?

2 How long take counsel in my soul,
still sad in heart, shall I?
How long exalted over me
shall be mine enemy?

3 O Lord my God, consider well,
and answer to me make:
Mine eyes enlighten, lest the sleep
of death me overtake:

4 Lest that mine enemy should say,
Against him I prevail'd;

And those that trouble me rejoice, when I am mov'd and fail'd.

5 But I have all my confidence thy mercy set upon;

My heart within me shall rejoice in thy salvation.

6 I will unto the Lord my God sing praises cheerfully,

Because he hath his bounty shown to me abundantly.

1 THAT there is not a God, the fool doth in his heart conclude: They are corrupt, their works are vile; not one of them doth good.

2 Upon men's sons the Lord from heav'n did cast his eyes abroad, To see if any understood, and did seek after God.

3 They altogether filthy are, they all aside are gone;

And there is none that doeth good,
yea, sure there is not one.

4 These workers of iniquity
do they not know at all,
That they my people eat as bread,
and on God do not call?

5 There fear'd they much; for God is with the whole race of the just.

6 You shame the counsel of the poor because God is his trust.

7 Let Isr'el's help from Sion come: when back the Lord shall bring

His captives, Jacob shall rejoice, and Israel shall sing.

1 WITHIN thy tabernacle, Lord, who shall abide with thee? And in thy high and holy hill who shall a dweller be?

2 The man that walketh upright and worketh righteousness, And as he thinketh in his heart, so doth he truth express.

3 Who doth not slander with his tongue, nor to his friend doth hurt;

Nor yet against his neighbour doth
take up an ill report.

4 In whose eyes vile men are despis'd;
but those that God do fear
He honoureth; and changeth not,
though to his hurt he swear.

5 His coin puts not to usury,
nor take reward will he

Against the guiltless. Who doth thus shall never moved be.