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Bshps PSA Chapter 94

94 O God the Lord of all auengeaunce: the Lorde of all auengeaunce shewe thy glorious maiestie. 2 Be exalted O thou iudge of the world: and rewarde the proude after their deseruyng. 3 O God howe long shall the vngodly: howe long shall the vngodly triumph? 4 All such as be workers of iniquitie: they babble, they prate shoutly, they make boastes of them selues. 5 They oppresse thy people O God: and they afflict thine heritage. 6 They murther the wyddowe and the straunger: & put the fatherlesse to death. 7 And they say, tushe the Lorde seeth it not: neither doth the God of Iacob vnderstande it. 8 Understande ye vnwyse among the people: O ye fooles, when wyll ye be well aduised? 9 He that hath planted the eare, shall he not heare? yf he shapeth the eye, shall he not see? 10 He that chasteneth the heathen, shall not he punishe? it is he that teacheth man knowledge. 11 God knoweth the thoughtes of man: that they are but vanitie. 12 Blessed is the man O Lorde, whom thou wylt chasten: and whom thou wylt instruct in thy lawe. 13 That thou mayest geue hym patience in tyme of aduersitie: vntyll the pyt be digged vp for the vngodly. 14 For God wyll not reiect his people: neither wil he forsake his inheritaunce. 15 For iudgement shalbe reduced vnto iustice: and after it shall all such as be vpryght of heart be iudged. 16 Who will ryse vp with me agaynst the malicious? or who wyll take my part agaynst workers of wickednesse? 17 If God had not ben an ayde vnto me: it had not fayled much but my soule had dwelled in silence. 18 But when I sayde my foote hath slypped: thy mercy O God helde me vp. 19 In the multitude of my cogitations from the bottome of my heart: thy comfortes dyd recreate my soule. 20 Shall the seate of wickednesse haue any thyng to do with thee: which seate maketh wrong to be enacted for a law? 21 They flocke together agaynst the soule of the ryghteous: and condemne the innocent blood. 22 But God is to me a refuge: and my Lorde is the rocke of my confidence. 23 And he wyll recompence them their wickednesse, and destroy them in their owne malice: God our Lorde wyll destroy them.