📖 Psalms 109
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Holde not thy toge, o God of my prayse. For the mouth of the vngodly, yee and the mouth of the disceatfull is opened vpon me,
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and speake agaynst me with false toges. They compase me aboute with wordes of hatred, & fight agaynst me without a cause.
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For the loue that I had vnto them, they take now my contrary parte, but I geue my self vnto prayer.
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Thus they rewarde me euell for good, & hatred for my good will.
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Set an vngodly man to be ruler ouer him, & let Satan stonde at his right hande.
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When sentence is geuen vpon him, let him be codempned, and let his prayer be turned in to synne.
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Let his dayes be fewe, and his bishopricke another take.
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Let his children be fatherlesse, & his wife a wyddowe.
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Let his children be vagabundes, and begg their bred: let them seke it, as they that be destroyed.
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Let the extorcioner cosume all that he hath, and let straungers spoyle his laboure.
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Let there be no man to petie, ner to haue compassion vpon his fatherlesse children.
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Let his ende be destruccion, and in the nexte generacion let his name be clene put out.
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Let the wickednesse of his fathers be had in remembraunce in the sight of the LORDE, and let not the synne of his mother be done awaye.
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Let them be allwaye before the LORDE, but as for the memoriall of them selues, let it perish from out of the earth.
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And that because his mynde was not to do good, but persecuted the poore helplesse, and him that was vexed at the herte, to slaye him.
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His delite was in cursynge, and therfore shall it happe vnto him: he loued not blessynge, and that shall be farre fro him.
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He clothed him self with cursynge like as with a rayment: yee it wente in to his bowels like water, and like oyle in to his bones.
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Let it be vnto him as the cloke that he hath vpon him, and as the gyrdle that he is gyrded withall.
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Let it thus happen from the LORDE vnto myne enemies, and to those that speake euell agaynst my soule.
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But deale thou with me (o LORDE God) acordinge vnto thy name, for swete is thy mercy.
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O delyuer me, for I am helplesse & poore, & my herte is wounded within me,
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I go hence like ye shadowe that departeth, and am dryuen awaye as ye greshoppers.
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My knees are weake thorow fastinge, my flesh is dried vp for want of fatnesse.
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I am become a rebuke vnto them, they loke vpo me and shake their heades.
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Helpe me o LORDE my God, oh saue me for thy mercies sake.
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That they maye knowe, how that this is thy hande, and that thou hast done it.
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Though they curse, yet blesse thou:
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and let them be cofounded, that ryse vp agaynst me, but let thy seruaunt reioyse.
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Let myne aduersaries be clothed with their owne shame, as with a cloake.
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As for me, I wil geue thankes vnto the LORDE with my mouth, and prayse him amonge the multitude.
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For he stondeth at the right hande of the poore, to saue him from soch as condempne his soule.