¶ There is no Tytle in the Hebrue.* 1.1
WHy art thou gone so farre of, O Lorde? wilt thou hyde thy selfe in tyme of trou¦ble?
Whyle the vngodly hath the ouerhande, ye [ A] pore must suffre persecution.
O that they were taken in the ymaginaciō which they go about.
For the vngodly maketh boost of his own hertes desire, the couetous blesseth him selfe, and blasphemeth the Lorde.
The vngodly is so proude and full of indi∣gnacion, [ B] that he careth not: neyther is God before his eyes.
His wayes are alway filthy, thy iudgemē∣tes are farre out of his sight, he defyeth all his ennemyes.
For he saith in his hert: Tush, I shall ne∣uer be cast downe, there shal no harme happē vnto me.
His mouthe is full of cursinge, fraude and disceyte: vnder his tongue is trauayle and sorow.
He sitteth lurkyng in the gardens, that he maye pryuely murther the innocent, his eyes [ C] are set vpon the pore.
He lyeth in awayte secretly, as it were a ly¦on in his denne.
He lurketh that he maye rauysh the poore, yea to rauysh the pore, when he hathe gotten him in to his net.
Then smyteth he, then oppresseth he & ca∣steth downe the pore with his auctorite.
For he sayth in his hert: Tush, God hath forgotten, he hath turned awaye his face, so that he will neuer se it.
Aryse O Lorde God, lyft vp thyne hande, and forget not the pore.
Wherfore shoulde the wycked blaspheme God and saye in his hert: tush, he careth not for it.
This thou seyst, for thou considrest the my∣sery and sorow.
The pore gyueth him self ouer into thy hād and committeth him vnto the, for thou art ye [ D] helper of the frendlesse.
Breake thou the arme of the vngodly and malicious, searche out the wickednesse which he hath done, that he maye perysh.
The Lorde is kynge for euer, the Heythen shall perysh out of his lande.
Lorde, thou hearest the desirous longynge of the pore: their hert is sure, that thyne eare herkeneth therto.
Helpe the fatherlesse and poore vnto their right, that the vngodly be no more exalted vpon earth.