Psalm 94

O Lord God, to avenge all wrongs
belongs alone to thee,
O God, to whom vengeance belongs,
let us thy vengeance see.
O thou the Judge of all the earth,
lift up thy self on high,
Render a just reward to those
that deal presumptuously.

O Lord, how long shall all these men,
this proud ungodly rout?
How long shall all these wicked men,
triumphing walk about?
How long shal these men hard things speak,
and utter cruelty?
How long shall they triumph and boast,
that work iniquity?

They break thy folk in pieces, Lord,
by their oppressions,
On thine inheritance they do
lay great afflictions.
Poor widows which are comfortlesse,
and strangers they do kill,
And murther children fatherlesse
after their cruel will.

Yet after all these mischiefs done,
they say, God shall not see,
Nor by the God of Jacob shall
these things regarded bee.
Ye brutish men among the folk,
at length this understand,
Ye foolish, will you never learn
wisdome at any hand?

The Lord did plant the hearing ear,
and hear then shall not hee?
And he that form'd the seeing eye,
shall he not clearly see?
He that the Heathen chastneth, shall
not he correct his own?
He that man teacheth knowledge, must
not all to him be known?

The Second Part.

The thoughts that are within mans heart
the Lord doth know and see,
And he discovers thoroughly
that vanity they bee.
Happy is he, whom thou, O Lord,
dost chasten fatherly,
And in thy law dost him instruct,
and wisdome teach thereby.

That thou unto him quiet rest
from dangerous days maist give,
Until the pit be digg'd for those
that do ungodly live.
For God the Lord will not cast off
his people lov'd freely,
Nor will his own inheritance
abandon utterly.

But his administration shall
return to righteousnesse,
And all upright in heart on it
shall wait with cheerfulnesse.
But where is he who for me will
against the wicked stand?
Who wil stand up to set me free
from wicked workers hand?

Unlesse the Lord had been mine help
when none me rescued,
My soul had almost in the grave
silence inhabited.
But when I said within my heart,
my foot doth slip away,
Thy mercy held me up, O Lord,
thy goodnesse me did stay.

Ev'n when with multitudes of thoughts
my minde was much opprest,
My soul did in thy comforts finde
even then delight and rest.
Shall the throne of iniquity
have fellowship with thee,
Where mischiefs most unrighteously
by law supported be?

For they against the life conspire
of righteous men and good.
And they by law, as wicked do,
condemn the guiltlesse blood.
But God alone against them all
is my defence and stay,
The Lord my God, my refuge is,
my rock of strength alway.

The Lord our God shall bring on them
their own iniquity,
And in their sin shall cut them off,
and slay them certainly.