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1 To the chaunter Destroye not. The badge or armes of Dauid. Are your myndes sett vpon ryghteousnes, O ye congregacyon? and do ye iudge the thyng that is right O ye sonnes of men?
2 Yee, ye ymagyn mischef in your hert vpon the earth, and youre handes deale with wyckednesse.
3 The vngodly are frowarde, euen from their mothers wombe: as soone as they be borne, they go a straye and speake lyes.
4 They are as venymous as the poyson of a serpent, euen lyke the deaf Ader that stoppeth her eares.
5 Which refuseth to heare the voyce of the charmer, charme he neuer so wisely.
6 Breake theyr teth (O God) in their mouthes, smyte the chawe bones of the lyons (O Lorde:)
7 Let them fall awaye lyke water that runneth a pace: & when they shote theyr arowes, lett them be roted out.
8 Let them consume awaye lyke a snayle, and be lyke the vntimely frute of a woman, and let them not se the sonne.
9 Or euer your pottes be made whot with thornes: so let indygnacyon vexe hym, euen as a thynge that is rawe.
10 The ryghteous shall reioyse when he seyth the vengeaunce: he shal wash hys fote stepes in the bloude of the vngodly.
11 So that a man shall saye: verely there is a rewarde for the ryghteous: doutles, there is a God that iudgeth in the earth.