1O Lord God the auenger, O God the auenger, shewe thy selfe clearely.
2Exalt thy selfe, O Iudge of the worlde, and render a reward to the proude.
3Lord how long shall the wicked, how long shall the wicked triumph?
4They prate and speake fiercely: all the workers of iniquitie vaunt themselues.
5They smite downe thy people, O Lord, and trouble thine heritage.
6They slay the widowe and the stranger, and murder the fatherlesse.
7Yet they say, The Lord shall not see: neither will the God of Iaakob regard it.