XXXVI.
1
Within my wounded heart have sayd
The wicked man's misdeeds,
God's feare is not before his eyes.
2
For him selff flattrie feeds;
His oune iniquityes he smooths,
Till hatefull they be found;
3
Deceat and open wickednesse
Do in his mouth abound.
From doing good averse, he hath
Given over to be wise.
4
Iniquity vpon his bed
By night he doth devise.
With resolution doth he sett
Himself a way to chuise
Which is not good; and to abhorre
What's evill doth refuise.
5
Thy mercie (Lord) is in the heavens;
Thy treuth the clouds doth reach.
6
Like mountains of vnmeasur'd hight
Thy justice passeth speech.
So great a deep thy judgements are,
That none can it perceave.
From the, O Lord, both man and beast
Ther preservation have.
7
How excellent is thy kind love,
O God, from race to race.
Hence vnder shadow of thy wings
Men's sons their trust do place.
8
To them the fattnes of thin house
Shall in aboundance flow,
And of thy pleasur's streams to drink,
Their pleasure still shall grow.
9
With thee lyff's fountain is: Wee, (Lord)
Light in thy light shall sie.
10
Thy loving kindnes vnto them,
O lett continow'd bee,
To whom thy self made known thow hast;
Thy righteousnes extend
To all, in vprightnes of heart,
That on thee do depend.
11
Wnto the foot of pride a prey,
Lord, let me not be found;
Nor by the wicked's hand opprest,
Constraind to giue them ground.
12
There, they to make iniquity
Ther work who enterprise,
Falne, overthrowne are, and no more
Shall able be to rise.
