THE LORD is King, and hath put on glorious apparel; * the LORD hath put on his apparel, and girded himself with strength.
 
He hath made the round world so sure, * that it cannot be moved.
 
Ever since the world began, hath thy seat been prepared: * thou art from everlasting.
 
The floods are risen, O LORD, the floods have lift up their voice; * the floods lift up their waves.
 
The waves of the sea are mighty, and rage horribly; * but yet the LORD, who dwelleth on high, is mightier.
 
Thy testimonies, O LORD, are very sure: * holiness becometh thine house for ever.

O LORD God, to whom vengeance belongeth, * thou God, to whom vengeance belongeth, show thyself.
 
Arise, thou Judge of the world, * and reward the proud after their deserving.
 
LORD, how long shall the ungodly, * how long shall the ungodly triumph?
 
How long shall all wicked doers speak so disdainfully, * and make such proud boasting?
 
They smite down thy people, O LORD, * and trouble thine heritage.
 
They murder the widow and the stranger, * and put the fatherless to death.
 
And yet they say, Tush, the LORD shall not see, * neither shall the God of Jacob regard it.
 
Take heed, ye unwise among the people: * O ye fools, when will ye understand?
 
He that planted the ear, shall he not hear? * or he that made the eye, shall he not see?
 
Or he that instructeth the heathen, * it is he that teacheth man knowledge; shall not he punish?
 
The LORD knoweth the thoughts of man, * that they are but vain.
 
Blessed is the man whom thou chastenest, O LORD, * and teachest him in thy law;
 
That thou mayest give him patience in time of adversity, * until the pit be digged up for the ungodly.
 
For the LORD will not fail his people; * neither will he forsake his inheritance;
 
Until righteousness turn again unto judgment: * all such as are true in heart shall follow it.
 
Who will rise up with me against the wicked? * or who will take my part against the evil doers?
 
If the LORD had not helped me, * it had not failed, but my soul had been put to silence.
 
But when I said, My foot hath slipt; * thy mercy, O LORD, held me up.
 
In the multitude of the sorrows that I had in my heart, * thy comforts have refreshed my soul.
 
Wilt thou have any thing to do with the throne of wickedness, * which imagineth mischief as a law?
 
They gather them together against the soul of the righteous, * and condemn the innocent blood.
 
But the LORD is my refuge, * and my God is the strength of my confidence.
 

 
vs 23 He shall recompense them their wickedness, and destroy them in their own malice; * yea, the LORD our God shall destroy them.

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