- I trust in God: how dare ye then
- say thus my soul until,
- Fly hence as fast as any fowl
- and hide you in your hill?
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- 2 Behold the wicked bend their bows,
- and make their arrows pressed,
- To shout in secret, and to hurt
- the sound and harmless breast.
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- 3 Of worldly hope all stays were shrunk,
- and clearly brought to naught:
- Alas, the just and righteous man,
- what evil hath he wrought?
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- 4 But he that in his temple is,
- most holy and most high:
- And in the heavens hath his seat
- of royal majesty,
- The poor and simple man’s estate
- considereth in his mind:
- And searcheth out full narrowly
- the manners of mankind.
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- 5 And with a cheerful countenance
- the righteous man will use:
- But in his heart he doth abhor
- all such as mischief muse.
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- 6 And on the sinners casteth snares,
- as thick as any rain:
- Fire and brimstone, and whirl-winds thick,
- appointed for their pain.
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- 7 Ye see then how a righteous God
- doth righteousness embrace:
- And to the just and upright man
- shows forth his pleasant face.
