Psalms 11 To the chaunter, of Dauid. In the Lord put I my trust: how will ye then saye too my soule: that she shoulde fle as a byrde vpon your hyll?

Matthew⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ To the chaunter, of Dauid. In the Lord put I my trust: how will ye then saye too my soule: that she shoulde fle as a byrde vpon your hyll? ² For lo, the vngodly haue bent their bowe, and made ready their arrowes in the quyuer, that they maye priuely shute at them, which are true of hert. ³ The verye foundacion haue they caste doune, what can the righteous then do with all? ⁴ But the Lorde is in hys holy temple, the Lordes seate is in heauen: He considereth it with hys eyes, hys eye lyddes beholde the chyldren of men. ⁵ The Lorde seith bothe the righteous and vngodly, but who so delyteth in wickednes, hym hys soule abhorreth. ⁶ Vpon the vngodly he shall rayne snares, fyre, brymstone, storme and tempest: thys rewarde shall they haue to drynke. ⁷ For the Lord is righteous, and he loueth righteousnes: hys countenaunce beholdeth the thinge that is iust.