Psalm 10

WHy dost thou Lord stand off so farre,
And seem'st thy self to hide:
And see'st what troublous times here are,
And what oppressing pride:
Wherewith the wicked hunt the poor,
O let them be surpris'd,
Caught in the snare they thought so sure,
And which themselves devis'd.
He boasteth of his hearts desire,
And doth the covetous blesse;
Whom (while the wicked doth admire)
The Lord abhorres no lesse.
Not seeking after God a jot,
Such is his staring pride;
In all his thoughts God commeth not,
His waies none can abide.
Thy Judgements Lord are far enough
Above his purblind sight:
At's enemies he makes a puff,
And by them all sets light.
His heart hath said, I know that I
Shall never be displac't:
Nor of the least adversitie
At any time shall tast.
His mouth is full of blasphemie,
Of fraud, deceit, and wrong:
Mischievousness and vanitie
Sit underneath his tongue.
In lurking dens and od by-ways
Of Villages he sits:
The innocent he takes and slays
In secret holes and pits.

2. Part.
MOst privily against poor men
He bends his murth'rous eyes:
And, like a Lyon in his den,
In wait he closely lies.
That he the simple man may get,
He lies in secret wait:
When once he draws him to his net,
Then doth he catch him strait.
He doth crouch down and lowly bend,
Humbling himself withall:
That so the poor man (that's his end)
By his strong Ones may fall.
His heart hath said, God hath forgot,
He hides away his eyes,
On purpose he beholds it not:
O Lord ô God arise,
Forget not, but thy hand forth-stretch
For poor men undertrod:
O wherefore should a wicked wretch
Contemn all-mighty God?
It shall not be requir'd at all,
Thus hath he said in heart:
But of their mischief, spite, and gall,
Thou Lord a witness art.
And wilt requite it with thy hand,
The poor man doth commend
Himself to thee, for thou dost stand
The fatherless his friend.

3. Part.
THe arm of Tyrants merciless,
Lord break in sunder quite:
Search out his secret wickedness,
Till all be come to light.
God reigneth an eternall King,
By whose revenging hand,
The heathen people perishing
Are banished the land.
Lord the desire of humble men
Hath pierc't thine easie ear:
An heart thou wilt prepare us then
And cause thine Eare to hear.
To judge the poor and fatherlesse,
That are opprest so sore,
That earthly men may not oppresse
Nor vex them any more.