Psalm 36 (Dixit injustus)

Me thincks amidst my hart I hear
What guilty wickednes doth say,
Which wicked folkes doe holde soe deare:
Even thus it self it doth display,
No feare of God doth once appeare
Before his eyes that thus doth stray.

For those same eies his flatterers be,
Till his known ill doth hatred get:
His wordes deceipt, iniquity
His deedes; yea, thoughts all good forget.
A bedd on mischief museth he,
Abroad his stepps be wrongly sett.

Lord, how the heav'ns thy mercy fills,
Thy truth above the cloudes most hy,
Thy righteousnesse like hugest hills,
Thy judgments like the deepes do ly:
Thy grace with safety man fullfills,
Yea beastes (made safe) thy goodnesse try.

O Lord, how excellent a thing
Thy mercy is, which makes mankind
Trust in the shadow of thy wing.
Who shall in thy house fattnesse find,
And drinck from out thy pleasure spring
Of pleasures past, the reach of mind.

For why? the well of life thou art,
And in thy light shall we see light.
O then extend thy loving hart
To them that know thee, and thy might:
O then thy righteousnes impart
To them that be in soules upright.

Lett not proud feete make me their thrall,
Lett not ill handes disscomfit me;
Lo, there I now foresee their fall
Who doe ill workes; loe, I do see
They are cast down, and never shall
Have power againe to raised be.