Psalms 109:16
His delite was in cursynge, and therfore shall it happe vnto him: he loued not blessynge, and that shall be farre fro him.
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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17 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.
12 And why? he maketh inquysicion for their bloude, and remembreth them: he forgetteth not the complaynte of the poore.
15 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.
22 I go hence like ye shadowe that departeth, and am dryuen awaye as ye greshoppers.
9 Let his children be vagabundes, and begg their bred: let them seke it, as they that be destroyed.
10 Let the extorcioner cosume all that he hath, and let straungers spoyle his laboure.
11 Let there be no man to petie, ner to haue compassion vpon his fatherlesse children.
12 Let his ende be destruccion, and in the nexte generacion let his name be clene put out.
13 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.
19 And why? he hath oppressed the poore, and not helped them: houses hath he spoyled, and not buylded them.
8 He lyeth waytinge secretly, as it were a lyon in his denne. He lurketh that he maye rauysh the poore,
9 yee to rauish the poore, when he hath gotten him in to his nett.
10 Then smyteth he, then oppresseth he & casteth downe the poore with his auctorite.
11 For he sayeth in his herte: Tush, God hath forgotten, he hath turned awaye his face, so yt he will neuer se it.
2 Whyle ye vngodly hath the ouer hande, the poore must suffre persecucion: O that they were taken in the ymaginacions which they go aboute.
31 He that doth a poore man wroge, blasphemeth his maker: but who so hath pitie of the poore, doth honoure vnto God.
14 The vngodly drawe out the swerde & bende their bowe, to cast downe ye symple & poore, and to slaye soch as go ye right waye.
26 Let their habitacion be voyde, & no man to dwell in their tentes.
18 But the poore shal not allwaye be out of remembraunce, the paciet abydinge of soch as be in trouble shall not perish for euer.
25 Dyd not I wepe in ye tyme of trouble? Had not my soule copassion vpo ye poore?
21 Who so despyseth his neghbor, doth amysse: but blessed is he that hath pyte of the poore.
9 Thou hast sent wyddowes awaye emptie and oppressed the poore fatherlesse.
2 wherthorow the poore are oppressed, on euery syde, and the innocetes of my people are there with robbed of iudgment: that wyddowes maye be youre praye, and that ye maye robbe the fatherlesse.
6 They murthur the widdowe and the straunger, and put the fatherlesse to death.
17 Therfore shal the LORDE haue no pleasure in their yonge me, nether fauoure their fatherlesse and wydowes. For thei are altogether ypocrites and wicked, and all their mouthes speake foly. After all this shal not the LORDEs wrath ceasse, but yet his honde shalbe stretched out still.
13 He shall be fauorable to the symple & poore, he shal preserue the soules of soch as be in aduersite.
43 Thou hast couered vs in thy wrath, & persecuted vs, thou hast slayne vs without eny fauoure.
6 As for the vngodly, he preserueth the not but helpeth the poore to their right.
3 My herte is heuy within me, and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
1 Blessed is he, yt considreth ye poore: ye LORDE shal delyuer him in the tyme of trouble.
13 Wherfore shulde the wicked blaspheme God, and saye in his herte: Tush, he careth not for it?
14 This thou seist, for thou considrest the mysery and sorowe: The poore geueth himselff ouer in to thy hande, and committeth him vnto the, for thou art the helper of the frendlesse.
15 Breake thou ye arme off the vngodly and malycious, search out the wickednesse which he hath done, that he maye perish.
16 Yee when he helped ye oppressed and poore to their right, then prospered he well. From whence came this, but only because he had me before his eyes? saieth the LORDE.
23 Yet LORDE, thou knowest all their coucell, that they haue deuysed, to slaye me. And therfore forgeue them not their wickednes, and let not their synne be put out of thy sight: but let them be iudged before the as the giltie: This shalt thou do vnto the in ye tyme of thy indignacion.
15 But in my aduersite they reioyse, and gather them together: yee ye very lame come together agaynst me vnawarres, makynge mowes at me, & ceasse not.
7 The righteous considreth the cause of the poore, but the vngodly regardeth no vnderstondynge.
29 Haue I euer reioysed at the hurte of myne enemy? Or, was I euer glad, yt eny harme happened vnto him? Oh no,
6 Which whe he is wroth, smyteth ye people wt durable strokes, & in his woders he persecuteth the, & tameth the cotinually.
20 Thou knowest my reprofe, my shame & my dishonor: my aduersaries are all in thy sight.
3 Sela. Defende the poore & fatherlesse, se that soch as be in nede & necessite haue right.
21 For they manteyne the baren, & make them yt they can not beare, & vnto wyddowes they do no good.
9 Hath the LORDE forgotten to be gracious? Or, hath he shut vp his louynge kyndnesse in displeasure?
20 But deale thou with me (o LORDE God) acordinge vnto thy name, for swete is thy mercy.
17 I am wroth wt hi for his couetousnes & lust, I smyte him, I hyde me, and am angrie, whe he turneth himself, and foloweth ye bywaye of his owne hert.
17 He yt hath a gentle liberall stomacke, is mercifull: but who so hurteth his neghbor, is a tyraut.
7 Let his dayes be fewe, and his bishopricke another take.
11 Let them be cofounded & perish, that are agaynst my soule: let the be couered with shame & dishonoure, that seke to do me euell.
28 In so moch that they haue caused ye voyce of the poore to come vnto him, & now he heareth the coplaynte of soch as are in necessite.
3 For the enemie persecuteth my soule, he smyteth my life downe to the grounde, he layeth me in the darcknesse, as the deed men of the worlde.