Salmos 7
O Lorde my God, in ye do I trust: saue me fro all the yt persecute me, & delyuer me.
Lest he hantch vp my soule like a lyon, & teare it in peces, whyle there is none to helpe.
O LORDE my God, yff I haue done eny soch thinge: yf there be eny vnrightuousnes in my hades:
Yff I haue rewarded euell vnto the yt dealt frendly wt me or hurte the yt wt out eny cause are myne enemies:
Then let myne enemie persecute my soule, & take me: yee let hi treade my life downe in the earth, & laye myne honor in the dust.
Sela. Stode vp (o LORDE) in yi wrath, lift vp thyself ouer the furious indignacio of myne enemies: aryse vp (for me) in the vengeaunce that thou hast promysed.
That the congregacion of the people maye come aboute the, for their sakes therfore lift vp thyselff agayne,
The LORDE is iudge ouer the people: Auenge me then (o LORDE) acordinge to my rightuousnes & innocency.
Oh let the wickednes of the vngodly come to an ende: but manteyne the iust,
thou rightuous God, yt triest the very hertes & the reynes.
My helpe cometh of God, which preserueth them yt are true of herte.
God is a rightuous iudge, & God is euer threateninge. Yf men wil not turne, he hath whet his swearde: he hath bent his bowe & made it ready.
He hath prepayred him the weapens of death, & ordened his arowes to destroye.
Beholde, he trauayleth with myschefe, he hath coceaued vnhappynesse, and brought forth a lye.
He hath grauen and dygged vp a pytte, but he shal fall himself in to ye pytte yt he hath made.
For his vnhappynes shall come vpon his owne heade, & his wickednes shall fall vpon his owne pate.
As for me, I will geue thankes vnto the LORDE for his rightuousnes sake, and wil prayse the name of the LORDE the most hyest.