In the LORD I Take Refuge 1In the LORDE put I my trust: how will ye then saye to my soule: that she shulde fle as a byrde vpon youre hill? 2For lo, the vngodly haue bet their bowe, and made redy their arowes in the quyuer: that they maye priuely shute at them, which are true of herte. 3The very foundacion haue they cast downe, what ca the rightuous the do withall? 4But the LORDE is in his holy temple, the LORDES seate is in heauen: He cosidereth it with his eyes, his eye lyddes beholde the children of men. 5The LORDE seith both the rightuous and vngodly, but who so deliteth in wickednes, him his soule abhorreth. 6Vpon the vngodly he shal rayne snares, fyre, brymstone, storme and tempest: this rewarde shal they haue to drynke. 7For the LORDE is rightuous, ad he loueth rightuousnes, his countenaunce beholdeth the thige yt is iust. |
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