Psalm 94

O Lord to whom it doth belong
Just vengeance to repay:
O God the punisher of wrong,
Do thou thy self display.
Thou Judge of all
In generall
Thy self no longer hide:
Arise, dispence
A recompence
To all the sonnes of pride.
How long shall wicked men, how long
Triumph as Lords and Kings?
How long shall they with spitefull tongue
Pronounce and speak hard things?
The multitude
Of sinners lewd
How long shall boasting use?
Thy folk in rage
Thine heritage
How they afflict and bruise?
Poor widows, strangers, orphans they
With murd'rous hands have smote:
The Lord yet shall not see, they say,
Nor Jacobs God shall note.
Ye rude among
The brutish throng,
O understand, discern:
Ye foolish men,
Why when, why when
Will ye be wise and learn?
Shall he that form'd both ears and eies,
Not he both see and hear?
Not he correct that doth chastise
The heathen every where?
Not he discern
That makes man learn?
The Lord discovers plain
The thoughts of man,
Which he doth skan,
And finds them meerly vain.

2. Part.
THe man whom thou dost, Lord, chastise,
Is infinitely blest:
Whom by thy Law thou makest wise,
That thou maist give him rest.
Even when there come
Times troublesome,
Till dangerous days be past:
And till the ditch
Be dig'd, in which
The wicked shall be cast.
For sure the Lord will not reject
The people whom he took:
The heritage to him select
Shall never be forsook.
But sure regress
To righteousness
Shall judgement have again:
And joyntly then
True-hearted men
Shall wait upon her train.
But who against lewd men shall rise,
Or who for mee's at hand,
'Gainst workers of iniquities,
In my behalf to stand?
But that the Lord
Did help afford,
My soul had very nigh
In silence dwelt,
But when I felt
My foot to slip awry.
Thy mercies, Lord, did me uphold.
In various thoughts which roll
Within my brest so manifold,
Thy comforts glad my soul.
Lord shall the thrones
Of wicked ones
Have fellowship with thee?
When as the same
Lewd mischief frame
By purposed decree.
Against the righteous souls they flock,
They guiltless bloud condem':
But of my refuge God's the rock,
And my defence from them.
Hee'l recompence
Their bold offence,
And take them in their sin:
The Lord, I say,
Our God shall slay,
And cut them off therein.