Cvdl PSA Chapter 50

50 The LORDE euen the mightie God hath spoke, & called the worlde from the rysinge vp of the sonne vnto the goinge downe of the same.

2 Out of Sion apeareth the glorious beutie of God.

3 Oure God shal come, and not kepe sylence: there goeth before him a consumynge fyre, and a mightie tempest rounde aboute him.

4 He shal call the heauens from aboue, and the earth, that he maye iudge his people.

5 Gather my sayntes together vnto me, those yt set more by the couenaunt then by eny offeringe.

6 And the heauens shal declare his rightuousnesse, for God is iudge himself.

7 Sela. Heare, o my people: let me speake, let me testifie amonge you, o Israel: I am God, euen thy God.

8 I reproue the not because of thy sacrifice, yi burntofferinges are allwaye before me.

9 I wil take no bullockes out of thy house, ner gotes out of thy foldes.

10 For all the beestes of the felde are myne, and thousandes of catell vpon the hilles.

11 I knowe all the foules vpon the mountaynes, and the wilde beastes of the felde are in my sight.

12 Yf I be hongrie, I wil not tell the: for ye whole worlde is myne, and all that therin is.

13 Thynkest thou, that I wil eate the flesh of oxen, or drynke the bloude of goates?

14 Offre vnto God prayse and thankesgeuynge, and paye thy vowes vnto the most hyest.

15 And call vpo me in the tyme of trouble, so wil I heare the, that thou shalt thanke me.

16 But vnto the vngodly sayeth God: Why doest thou preach my lawes, and takest my couenaunt in thy mouth?

17 Where as thou hatest to be refourmed, and castest my wordes behynde the?

18 Yf thou seist a thefe, thou runnest with him, and art partaker with the aduouterers.

19 Thou lettest yi mouth speake wickednesse, & thy tonge paynteth disceate.

20 Thou syttest and speakest agaynst thy brother, yee and slaundrest thine owne mothers sonne.

21 This thou doest, whyle I holde my tonge: and thinkest me to be eue soch one as thy self: but I wil reproue the, & set my self agaynst the.

22 O considre this, ye that forget God: lest I plucke you awaie, and there be none to delyuer you.

23 Who so offreth me thakes and prayse, he honoureth me: & this is the waye, wherby I wil shewe him the sauynge health of God.