Psalms 94:3
O God howe long shall the vngodly: howe long shall the vngodly triumph?
O God howe long shall the vngodly: howe long shall the vngodly triumph?
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4All such as be workers of iniquitie: they babble, they prate shoutly, they make boastes of them selues.
5They oppresse thy people O God: and they afflict thine heritage.
10O Lorde shall the aduersarie do this dishonour continually? shall the enemie blaspheme thy name for euer?
2Howe long wyll ye geue wrong iudgement: and accept the persons of the vngodly? Selah.
1O God the Lord of all auengeaunce: the Lorde of all auengeaunce shewe thy glorious maiestie.
2Be exalted O thou iudge of the world: and rewarde the proude after their deseruyng.
16Who will ryse vp with me agaynst the malicious? or who wyll take my part agaynst workers of wickednesse?
46O God howe long wylt thou hyde thy selfe? for euer? shall thy wrath burne lyke fire?
1To the chiefe musition, a Psalme of Dauid. Howe long wylt thou forget me O God, for euer? howe long wilt thou hyde thy face from me?
2Howe long shall I seke counsayle in my soule, and be so vexed in mine heart euery day? howe long shall myne enemie triumph ouer me?
5O God, howe long wylt thou be angry? shall thy ielousie burne lyke fire for euer?
84Howe many are the dayes of thy seruaunt? when wilt thou geue iudgement agaynst them that persecute me?
1O Lorde thou art more righteous, then that I shoulde dispute with thee: neuerthelesse, let me talke with thee in thynges reasonable. Howe happeneth it that the way of the vngodly is so prosperous? and that it goeth so well with them which without any shame offend and liue in wickednesse,
7Wheras the vngodly do bud vp greene as the grasse, and wheras all workers of iniquitie do florishe: that they notwithstandyng shalbe destroyed for euer and euer.
7Wherefore do wicked men liue, come to their olde age, and increase in richesse?
3My soule also is greatly troubled: but O God howe long shall I be in this case?
20Shall the seate of wickednesse haue any thyng to do with thee: which seate maketh wrong to be enacted for a law?
2O ye sonnes of men, how long wyll ye go about to bryng my glory to confusion? ye loue vanitie, ye seeke after lyes. Selah.
5That the gladnesse of the vngodlie hath ben short, and that the ioy of hypocrites continued but the twinckling of an eye?
13Turne agayne O God (what, for euer wylt thou be angry?) and be gratious vnto thy seruauntes.
4Howe long shall the lande mourne, and all the hearbes of the fielde perishe for the wickednesse of them that dwell therin? The cattell and the birdes are gone, yet say they, tushe, God wyll not destroy vs vtterly.
10Looke at them yet a litle whyle, and the vngodly shalbe cleane gone: thou shalt looke after his place, and he shall not be there
1To the chiefe musition, a wyse instruction of Dauid, when Doeg the Edomite came to Saul and tolde him, saying: Dauid is come to the house of Achimelek. Why boastest thy self thou tiraunt of mischiefe? the goodnes of God dayly endureth.
4O God, Lorde of hoastes: howe long wylt thou be angry at the prayer of thy people?
1A psalme of Dauid when he fled from the face of Absalom his sonne. O God howe are myne enemies increased? many do ryse vp against me.
13That thou mayest geue hym patience in tyme of aduersitie: vntyll the pyt be digged vp for the vngodly.
3Is not destruction to the wicked? and straunge punishement to the workers of iniquitie?
3Thinkest thou it welldone to oppresse me? to cast me of beyng the workes of thy handes? and to mayntayne the counsell of the vngodly?
1Why standest thou so farre of O God? why hidest thee in the tyme of trouble?
3Doth God paruert the thing that is lawfull? or doth the almightie destroy the thing that is right?
24Iudge me according to thy righteousnesse O God my Lorde: and let them not triumph ouer me.
3Why doest thou shew me iniquitie, and cause me to beholde sorowe? for spoyling and violence are before me, & there are that rayse vp stryfe and contention,
19Aryse vp O God, let not man preuaile: let the Heathen in thy sight be iudged.
24As for the worlde it is geuen ouer into the hande of the wicked, and he shall couer the faces of the iudges therof: if not, where is he, or who is he that can shewe the contrarie?
8Graunt not vnto the vngodly his desires O God: bryng not to passe his mischeuous imagination lest they shoulde be made to proude. Selah.
21Howe long shall I see the tokens of warre, and heare the noyse of the trumpettes?
13Wherefore shoulde the wicked blaspheme the Lorde: whyle he sayeth in his heart, that thou wylt not call to accompt?
34Wayte thou on God & kepe his way, and he wyll promote thee, that thou mayest possesse the lande: when the vngodly shalbe cut of, thou shalt see it.
3For I enuied at the case of the foolishe: I sawe the wicked flowe in all kynde of prosperitie.
49Lorde where are become thy former olde louyng kyndnesses: which thou dydst sweare vnto Dauid by thy fayth that thou wouldest perfourme.
17May he be a ruler that loueth not right? or may he that is a very innocent man do vngodly?
30That the wicked is kept vnto the day of destruction, and the vngodly shalbe brought foorth to the day of wrath.
3Howe long wyll ye imagine mischiefe against euery man? ye shalbe slayne all the sort of you: ye shalbe as a tottering wall, and like a broken hedge.
15Make vs mery accordyng to the dayes that thou hast afflicted vs: and accordyng to the yeres wherin we haue suffred aduersitie.
12Wylt thou not be intreated O Lorde, for all this wylt thou holde thy peace, and scourge vs so sore?
8The vngodly walke on euery side: when the worst sort be exalted amongst the chyldren of men.
12The vngodly busieth his head all against the iust: and gnasheth vpon him with his teeth.
10The vngodly shall see it, and it wyll greeue hym, he wyll gnashe with his teethe and consume away: the desire of the vngodly shall perishe.
3If thou O God wylt marke what is done amisse: O Lorde who can abide it?
13Deliuer thou me O God from men which be thy hande: from men, from the worlde, whose portion is in this lyfe, whose bellyes thou fyllest with thy priuie treasure.