Now, ye that God forget, this carefully consider; Lest I in pieces tear you all, and none can you deliver.
They who are wicked into hell each one shall turned be; And all the nations that forget to seek the Lord most high.
Lest that the enemy my soul should, like a lion, tear, In pieces rending it, while there is no deliverer.
The wicked, through his pride of face, on God he doth not call; And in the counsels of his heart the Lord is not at all.
For they that needy are shall not forgotten be alway; The expectation of the poor shall not be lost for aye.