A   Yf youre myndes be vpon rightuousnesse in dede, then iudge the thinge that is right, o ye sonnes of men. But ye ymagin myschefe in youre hertes, and youre hondes deale with wickednesse. The vngodly are frowarde, eu&ebar; from their mothers wombe: as soone as they be borne, they go astraie ∧ speake lyes. They are as furious as the serpent, ^note euen like the deaf Adder that stoppeth hir eares. That she shulde not heare the voyce of the charmer, charme he neuer so wysely. Breake their teth (o God) in their mouthes, smyte the chaft bones of the lyons whelpes in sonder, o LORDE.

B   That they maye fall awaye, like water þt; runneth a pace: and that when they shote their arowes, they maye be brok&ebar;. Let th&ebar; c&obar;sume awaye like a snale, ∧ like the vntymely frute of a woman, and let them not se the Sonne. Or euer youre thornes be sharpe, the wrath shal take them awaye quycke, like a stormy wynde. ^noteThe rightuous shal reioyse when he seyth the vengeaunce, and shal wash his fete in the bloude of the vngodly. So that men shal saye: verely, there is a rewarde for þe; rightuous: doutles, there is a God that iudgeth the earth.

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