The X. A psalme of Dauid.
IN the LORDE put I my trust: how [ A] will ye then saye to my soule: that she shulde fle as a byrde vpon youre hill? For ••o, the vngodly haue bēt their bowe, and made redy their arowes in the quyuer: that they maye priuely shute at them,* 1.1 which are true of herte. The very foundacion haue they cast downe, what cā the rightuous thē do withall? But the LORDE is in his holy temple, the LORDES seate is in heauen:* 1.2 He cōsidereth it with his eyes, his eye lyddes be∣holde the children of men.* 1.3 The LORDE seith both the rightuous and vngodly, but who so deliteth in wickednes, him his soule abhor¦reth. Vpon the vngodly he shal rayne sna∣res, fyre, brymstone, storme and tempest: this rewarde shal they haue to drynke. For the LORDE is rightuous, ād he loueth rightuous∣nes, his countenaunce beholdeth the thīge yt is iust.