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, shew 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 nurtureth 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 judgement *
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 stool 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.
He shall recompense them their wickedness, and destroy them in their own malice *
yea, the Lord our God shall destroy them.