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1 An instruccyon of Asaph. O God, werfore art thou absent from vs so long? why is thy wrath so hote agaynst the shepe of thy pasture?
2 O thynke vpon thy congregacyon, whom thou hast purchased and redemed of olde:
3 Thinke vpon the trybe of thine enheritaunce and mout Sion wherin thou hast dwelt.
4 Lyft vp thy fete, that thou mayest vtterly destroye euery enemye which hath done euell in the Sanctuary.
5 Thyne aduersaryes roare in the myddes of thy congregacions, and set vp their banners for tokens.
6 He that hewed tymbre afore out of the thick trees, was knowne to brynge it to an excellent worke.
7 But now they breake downe all the earned worcke therof wt axes & hammers.
8 They haue set fyre vpon thy holy places, and haue defyled the dwellynge place of thy name, euen vnto the grounde.
9 Yee, they sayed in their hertes: let vs make hauoke of them alltogether: thus haue they brent vp all the houses of God in the lande.
10 We se not oure tokens, ther is not one Prophet more, no not one is ther among vs that vnderstandeth eny more.
11 O God, how long shall the aduersary do this dishonoure? how longe shal the enemy blaspheme thy name? For euer?
12 Why withdrawest thou thine hand? why pluckest thou not thy right hande out of thy bosome, to consume the enemye?
13 For God is my kynge of olde: the helpe that is done vpon earth, he doth it him selfe.
14 Thou dyddest deuyde the see thorowe thy power, thou brakest the heades of the dragons in the waters.
15 Thou smotest the heades of Leuiathan in peces, and geuest him to be meate for the people in the wyldernesse.
16 Thou broughtest out fountaynes and waters out of the harde rockes: thou dryedst vp myghtye waters.
17 The daye is thine, & the nyght is thyne: thou hast prepared the lyght and the sonne.
18 Thou hast sett all the borders of the earth, thou hast made sommer and wynter.
19 Remembre this, O Lord, how the enemie hath rebuked, and how the folysh people hath blasphemed thy name.
20 O delyuer not the soule of thy turtle doue vnto the multitude of the enemies: and forget not the congregacyon of the poore for euer.
21 Loke vpon the couenaunt, for all the earth is full of darknes, and cruell habitacions.
22 O let not the symple go awaye ashamed, but let the poore and nedy geue prayse vnto thy name.
23 Aryse, O God, maynteyne thine awne cause: remembre how the folyshe man blasphemeth the dayly. Forget not the voyce of thine enemyes: the presumpcyon of them that hate the increaseth euermore and more.