Psalm 94.
Oh, Lord God.
To whom vengeance belongeth.
Oh God, to whom Vinge is belong at the show thyself.
Lift up by south the judge of the earth.
Render a reward to the proud.
Lord, how long shall the wicked.
How long shall the wicked triumph.
How long shall they utter and speak hard things?
And all the workers of iniquity boast themselves.
They break in pieces by people.
Lord.
And afflict then heritage.
They slay the widow and the stranger and murder the fatherless.
Yet they say the Lord shall not see.
Neither shall the God of Jacob regarded.
Understand the brutish among the people and the fools.
When will you be wise?
He that planted the year.
Shall he not here?
He that formed the eye.
Shall he not see?
He that chastised the Haven shall not.
He correct.
He that teaches man knowledge shall not.
He, no.
The Lord knows the thoughts of man.
But they are vanity.
Blessed is the man whom now chase.
Nesto Lord.
And teaches him out of the law.
That thou mayest give him rest from the days of adversity.
Until the pit be digged for the wicked.
For the Lord will not cast off his people.
Neither will he forsake his inheritance?
But detriment shall return unto righteousness.
And all the upright in heart shall follow it.
Who will rise up for me against the evil doers.
Or who will stand up for me against the workers of iniquity.
Unless the Lord had been my help.
My soul had almost well-fed in silence.
When I said my foot slip it.
The mercy Lord held me up.
And the multitude of my thoughts within me.
I comforts delight my soul.
So the throne of iniquity have fellowship with thee, which
frame of mischief by a law.
They gather themselves together against the soul of the rightness.
And condemn the innocent blood.
But the Lord is my defense.
And my God is the rock of my refuge.
And he's shall bring upon them their own inequity.
And shall cut them off in their own wickedness.
Yay.
The Lord, our God shall cut them off.