Bishops(i)
1 Holde not thy tongue: O thou the Lorde of my prayse
2 For the mouth of the vngodly and the mouth of the deceiptfull is opened vpon me: they haue spoken against me with a false tongue
3 And they haue compassed me about with hatefull wordes: and fought against me without a cause
4 For the loue that I bare vnto them, they are become mine aduersaries: but I geue my selfe vnto prayer
5 Thus haue they rewarded me euyll for good: and hatred for my good wyll
6 Set thou an vngodly man to be ruler ouer him: and let Satan stande at his right hande
7 When sentence is geuen vpon hym, let him be condemned: and let his prayer be turned into sinne
8 Let his dayes be fewe: and let another take his office
9 Let his chyldren be fatherlesse: and his wyfe a wydowe
10 Let his children be vagaboundes and go a begging: and let them seeke [foode] out of their barren groundes
11 Let the extortioner bryng into his snare all that he hath: and let straungers spoyle his labour
12 Let there be no man to shewe hym any gentlenes: nor to haue compassion vpon his fatherlesse children
13 Let his posteritie come to destruction: and in the next generation let his name be cleane put out
14 Let the wyckednes of his fathers be had in remembraunce in the sight of God: and let not the sinne of his mother be wyped away
15 Let them be alway before God: that he may roote out the memorial of them from the earth
16 Because that he remembred not to do good: but he persecuted the afflicted and poore man, and hym whose heart was broken with sorow, that he might take his life from hym
17 His delight was in cursing, and it shal happen vnto him: he loued not blessing, therfore it hath ben farre from him
18 He clothed hym selfe with cursing, as with his garment: and it hath entred into his bowels like water, and like oyle into his bones
19 Let it be vnto hym as the garment that he is wrapt in: and as the gyrdle that he is alway gyrded withall
20 Let this rewarde be from God vnto myne aduersaries: and vnto those that speake euill against my soule
21 But thou O God my Lorde, do vnto me according vnto thy name: for sweete is thy mercy
22 Deliuer me, for truely I am afflicted: and I am poore, and my heart is wounded within me
23 I passe away like a vading shadowe: and I am dryuen from place to place lyke the grashopper
24 My knees are weake through fasting: my fleshe is dryed vp for want of fatnesse
25 I am become also a reproche vnto them: they gase vpon me [and] they shake their head
26 Helpe me O my Lorde: oh saue me according to thy mercy
27 And let the know how that this is thy hande: & that thou O God hast done it
28 They will curse, but thou wylt blesse: they wyl rise vp [against me] but let them be confounded, and thy seruaunt wyll reioyce
29 Let mine aduersaries be clothed with shame: & let them couer the selues with their owne cofusion, as with a garment
30 As for me I will greatly prayse God with my mouth: and I wyll prayse hym among the multitude
31 For he wyll stande at the right hande of the poore: to saue him from the iudges of his soule