Psalm 94

LOrd God, whose claime avengments are!
Thy selfe, the Iust Avenger, showe;
Thou judge of all, arise, draw near,
And, on the proud their meed bestowe.
For, Lord, how long! alas, how long!
Shall sinners Ioye, in doeng wrong?

Despightfull words, their tongues have spoke,
Great braggs, the wicked have exprest;
Yea, Lord, thy people they have strook,
And thine Inheritance opprest:
They, widdowes, & the stranger slay,
They, Orphanes vnto death betray.

For, God (say those) will never knowe;
This, Iacob's God shall never see.
Oh learne, (yee fooles) more wise to growe,
Yee people fond, more prudent be.
Cann, hee or deaf, or blinde be made,
From whome, both ears, & eyes you had?

He, to the Nations, ev'ry where,
Corrections & Instructions gives;
To scourg you (then) will hee forbear,
Who, all mens fruitles thoughts perceives?
They blessed are, whome Lord, thou chid'st,
And, they whome in thy Lawe thou guid'st.

Thou giv'st them rest, when mischeevs rage,
Till pitts prepar'd for Sinners be:
And, Lord, thy Flock, & Heritage
Shall never quite be left of thee.
In Iudgment, Iustice shall be shewed;
And, of all faithfull harts persued.

Who will with mee, lew'd men, resist?
Or, take my part against the badd?
Sure, God himself, doth mee assist;
My soul, had els bene silent made.
But, when I sayd, that fall I should,
Mee, Lord, thy grace did then vphold.

When many thoughts, opprest me much,
Thy comforts did my soul delight:
For, thou partakest not with such,
Whoe sentence give against the right;
Or such, as have the Iust withstood,
To death, condemning, guiltles blood.

But thou, oh Lord shalt me defend.
Thou art my God, my Rock my Fort,
And, all the harmes my Foes intend,
Thou shalt vpon themselves retort;
Yea, for the guilt of their offence,
Thou, Lord our God, shalt root them hence.