Coverdale
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11 For he sayeth in his herte: Tush, God hath forgotten, he hath turned awaye his face, so yt he will neuer se it.
12 Aryse o LORDE God, lift vp thine honde, and forget not the poore.
13 Wherfore shulde the wicked blaspheme God, and saye in his herte: Tush, he careth not for it?