X.
1
Whence is it (Lord) that thow afar,
At distance standst of place;
On ws when times of trouble are,
Whence dost thow hide thy face?
2
The wicked in their pride persue
The poore. Be they surprisd,
O let them not the slights eschue
The snairs themselves devis'd.
3
For of his soul's desire the bad
Doth boast; by him is blest
Thee greedie wretch whom gain maks glade,
Whom God doth much detest.
4
The wicked through the passing pride
That his big looks bewray,
To seek, or think of God, asyd
He holdeth from his way.
5
Most greevous alwayes ar his wayes;
Thy judgments from his sight
Are farr remov'd; no foe him frayes;
Hee mocks bot at ther might.
6
Hee firmelie in his hart doth hold
His state no tyme can tosse;
Nor shall adversitie make bold,
Hee dreams, his wayes to crosse.
7
His execrable mouth dar vent
Fraud, cursing and deceat;
His tongue with wickednes acquent,
Of mischeef is the seat.
8
For vilages, darne parts hee lyes,
And secreit slaughtir maks
Of Innocents. Wt half closd eyes,
At poore-ones ayme hee taks.
9
Much like a lyon in his denne
Hee lurks, and lyes at wait;
Hee lyes at wait to catch poor men;
The poore, by his deceat
10
Are catch'd, when draun into his nett.
He croutcheth, stouping low,
That weak ones by his strenth may gett
The greater ovirthrow.
11
To him his lying heart suggests
That God hath this forgott,
And hids his face. Secure he rests
On this,—God sies him not.
12
Arise, O Lord, God, great in might,
Raise thy revenging hand.
Let not the poore afflicted wight,
Neglected longer stand.
13
Why should the wicked in contempt
Of God, this freedome take?
In hart (whatevir hee attempt)
Hee dreams no coumpt to mak.
14
Thow siest, yea, vexing wrongs thow vieust;
Thy hand shall spite repay,
The poore, the pupil, rescust,
Persew'd to bee made prey.
15
O breck the arme, the pow'r represse
Of wicked men and ill,
Till none thow fynd; their wickednes,
Their sins be searching still.
16
The Lord doth raigne, king over all,
To all eternity.
Of heathens (by their vttir fall),
His land hee hath sett frie.
17
Lord, thow the poore hast dain'd to heare,
And granted what they crave.
Thow stablish wilt their hearts; thin care
Attentive they shall have.
18
For the opprest, who thee implore,
For pupils thow wilt plead,
As judge; that man of earth no more
May to oppresse proceid.
