1Why standest thou afarre off, O Lord? why hidest thou thy selfe in times of trouble? 2The wicked in his pride doeth persecute the poore: let them be taken in the deuices that they haue imagined. 3For the wicked boasteth of his hearts desire, and blesseth the couetous, whom the Lord abhorreth.4The wicked through the pride of his countenance will not seeke after God: God is not in all his thoughts. 5His wayes are alwayes grieuous, thy iudgements are farre aboue out of his sight: as for all his enemies, he puffeth at them.