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Verse 1

A psalme of Asaph. The most mightie Lorde God hath spoken: and called the earth from the rysyng vp of the sunne, vnto the goyng downe therof.

Verse 2

Out of Sion: hath the Lorde appeared in perfect beautie.

Verse 3

Our Lorde commeth, and he wyll not kepe scilence: there goeth before hym a consumyng fire, and a mightie tempest is sturred rounde about hym.

Verse 4

He calleth from aboue the heauen and the earth: that he may iudge his people.

Verse 5

Gather my saintes together vnto me: those that haue made a couenaunt with me with sacrifice.

Verse 6

And the heauens shall declare his ryghteousnesse: for God is iudge hym selfe. Selah.

Verse 7

Heare O my people, and I wil speake: I my selfe wyll testifie vnto thee O Israel, I am the Lorde, euen thy Lorde.

Verse 8

I wyll not reproue thee because of thy sacrifices, or for thy burnt offerynges: for that they be not alway before me.

Verse 9

I wyll take no bullocke out of thy house: nor goates out of thy foldes.

Verse 10

For all the beastes of the forest are myne: and so are the cattel vpon a thousande hylles.

Verse 11

I knowe all the foules vpon the mountaynes: and the wylde beastes of the fielde are at my commaundement.

Verse 12

If I be hungry, I wyll not tell thee: for the whole worlde is myne, and all that is therin.

Verse 13

Thinkest thou that I will eate bulles fleshe: and drynke the blood of goates?

Verse 14

Offer vnto God prayse: and pay thy vowes vnto the most hyghest.

Verse 15

And call vpon me in the tyme of trouble: I wyll heare thee, and thou shalt glorifie me.

Verse 16

But the Lorde sayd vnto the vngodly: why doest thou preache my lawes, and takest my couenaunt in thy mouth?

Verse 17

Seyng that thou hatest discipline: and hast cast my wordes behynde thee.

Verse 18

When thou sawest a thiefe, thou dydst consent vnto hym: and thou hast ben partaker with the adulterers.

Verse 19

Thou hast let thy mouth speake wickednesse: and with thy tongue thou hast set foorth deceipt.

Verse 20

Thou sattest and spakedst agaynst thy brother: yea and hast slaundered thine owne mothers sonne.

Verse 21

These thynges hast thou done and I helde my tongue, thou thoughtest that I am euen such a one as thou thy selfe art: but I wyll reproue thee, and I wyll set foorth in order before thine eyes all that thou hast done.

Verse 22

Consider this I pray you, ye that forget the Lorde: lest I plucke you away, and there be none to delyuer you.

Verse 23

Who so offereth vnto me thankes and prayse, he honoureth me: and to hym that ordereth his conuersation ryght, I wyll shewe the saluation of God.

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