The LVII. A psalme of Dauid.
••F youre myndes be vpon rightuous∣••esse in dede, then iudge the thinge that is right, o ye sonnes of men. But ye ymagin myschefe in youre hertes, and youre hondes deale with wickednesse. The vn∣godly are frowarde, euē from their mothers wombe: as soone as they be borne, they go a¦straie & speake lyes. They are as furious as the serpent, euen like the deaf Adder that stoppeth hir eares. That she shulde not heare the voyce of the charmer, charme he neuer so wysely. Breake their teth (o God) in their mouthes, smyte the chaft bones of the lyons whelpes in sonder, o LORDE.
That they maye fall awaye, like water ye [ B] runneth a pace: and that when they shote their arowes, they maye be brokē. Let thē cōsume awaye like a snale, & like the vntyme∣ly frute of a woman, and let them not se the Sonne. Or euer youre thornes be sharpe, the wrath shal take them awaye quycke, li∣ke a stormy wynde. The rightuous shal reioyse when he seyth the vengeaunce, and shal wash his fete in the bloude of the vn∣godly. So that me•• shal saye: verely, the∣re is a rewarde for ye rightuous: doutles, the¦re is a God that iudgeth the earth.