Psalms 3:1-30:12 The title of the thridde salm. `The salm of Dauid, whanne he fledde fro the face of Absolon, his sone.

Wycliffe⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ The title of the thridde salm. `The salm of Dauid, whanne he fledde fro the face of Absolon, his sone. ² Lord, whi ben thei multiplied that disturblen me? ³ many men rysen ayens me. Many men seien of my soule, Noon helthe is to hym in his God. ⁴ But thou, Lord, art myn vptakere; my glorye, and enhaunsyng myn heed. ⁵ With my vois Y criede to the Lord; and he herde me fro his hooli hil. ⁶ I slepte, and `was quenchid, and Y roos vp; for the Lord resseyuede me. ⁷ I schal not drede thousyndis of puple cumpassynge me; Lord, rise thou vp; my God, make thou me saaf. ⁸ For thou hast smyte alle men beynge aduersaries to me with out cause; thou hast al to-broke the teeth of synneris. ⁹ Helthe is of the Lord; and thi blessyng, Lord, is on thi puple. ⁴ ¹ The title of the fourthe salm. `To the victorie in orguns; the salm of Dauid. ² Whanne Y inwardli clepid, God of my riytwisnesse herde me; in tribulacioun thou hast alargid to me. ³ Haue thou mercy on me; and here thou my preier. Sones of men, hou long ben ye of heuy herte? whi louen ye vanite, and seken a leesyng? ⁴ And wite ye, that the Lord hath maad merueilous his hooli man; the Lord schal here me, whanne Y schal crye to hym. ⁵ Be ye wrothe, and nyle ye do synne; `and for tho thingis whiche ye seien in youre hertis and in youre beddis, be ye compunct. ⁶ Sacrifie ye `the sacrifice of riytfulnesse, and hope ye in the Lord; many seien, Who schewide goodis to vs? ⁷ Lord, the liyt of thi cheer is markid on vs; thou hast youe gladnesse in myn herte. ⁸ Thei ben multiplied of the fruit of whete, and of wyn; and of her oile. ⁹ In pees in the same thing; Y schal slepe, and take reste. ¹⁰ For thou, Lord; hast set me syngulerli in hope. ⁵ ¹ The title of the fyuethe salm. To the ouercomere on the eritagis, the song of Dauid. ² Lord, perseyue thou my wordis with eeris; vndurstonde thou my cry. ³ Mi kyng, and my God; yyue thou tent to the vois of my preier. ⁴ For, Lord, Y schal preie to thee; here thou eerly my vois. ⁵ Eerli Y schal stonde nyy thee, and Y schal se; for thou art God not willynge wickidnesse. ⁶ Nethir an yuel willid man schal dwelle bisidis thee; nethir vniust men schulen dwelle bifor thin iyen. ⁷ Thou hatist alle that worchen wickidnesse; thou schalt leese alle that speken leesyng. The Lord schal holde abhomynable a manquellere, and gileful man. ⁸ But, Lord, in the multitude of thi merci Y schal entre in to thin hows; Y schal worschipe to thin hooli temple in thi drede. ⁹ Lord, lede thou forth me in thi riytfulnesse for myn enemyes; dresse thou my weie in thi siyt. ¹⁰ For whi treuthe is not in her mouth; her herte is veyn. ¹¹ Her throte is an opyn sepulcre, thei diden gilefuli with her tungis; God, deme thou hem. Falle thei doun fro her thouytis, vp the multitude of her wickidnessis caste thou hem doun; for, Lord, thei han terrid thee to ire. And alle that hopen in thee, be glad; thei schulen make fulli ioye with outen ende, and thou schalt dwelle in hem. ¹² And alle that louen thi name schulen haue glorie in thee; ¹³ for thou schalt blesse a iust man. Lord, thou hast corouned vs, as with the scheeld of thi good wille. ⁶ ¹ The title of the sixte salm. To the ouercomere in salmes, the salm of Dauid, `on the eiythe. ² Lord, repreue thou not me in thi stronge veniaunce; nether chastice thou me in thin ire. ³ Lord, haue thou merci on me, for Y am sijk; Lord, make thou me hool, for alle my boonys ben troblid. ⁴ And my soule is troblid greetli; but thou, Lord, hou long? ⁵ Lord, be thou conuertid, and delyuere my soule; make thou me saaf, for thi merci. ⁶ For noon is in deeth, which is myndful of thee; but in helle who schal knouleche to thee? ⁷ I traueilide in my weilyng, Y schal waische my bed bi ech nyyt; Y schal moiste, `ether make weet, my bedstre with my teeris. ⁸ Myn iye is disturblid of woodnesse; Y waxe eld among alle myn enemyes. ⁹ Alle ye that worchen wickidnesse, departe fro me; for the Lord hath herd the vois of my wepyng. ¹⁰ The Lord hath herd my bisechyng; the Lord hath resseyued my preier. ¹¹ Alle my enemyes be aschamed, and be disturblid greetli; be thei turned togidere, and be thei aschamed ful swiftli. ⁷ ¹ The title of the seuenthe salm. For the ignoraunce of Dauid, which he songe to the Lord on the wordis of Ethiopien, the sone of Gemyny. ² Mi Lord God, Y haue hopid in thee; make thou me saaf fro alle that pursuen me, and delyuere thou me. ³ Lest ony tyme he as a lioun rauysche my soule; the while noon is that ayenbieth, nether that makith saaf. ⁴ Mi Lord God, if Y dide this thing, if wickidnesse is in myn hondis; ⁵ if Y `yeldide to men yeldynge to me yuels, falle Y `bi disseruyng voide fro myn enemyes; ⁶ myn enemy pursue my soule, and take, and defoule my lijf in erthe; and brynge my glorie in to dust. ⁷ Lord, rise thou vp in thin ire; and be thou reysid in the coostis of myn enemyes. ⁸ And, my Lord God, rise thou in the comaundement, which thou `hast comaundid; and the synagoge of puplis schal cumpasse thee. ⁹ And for this go thou ayen an hiy; the Lord demeth puplis. Lord, deme thou me bi my riytfulnesse; and bi myn innocence on me. ¹⁰ The wickidnesse of synneris be endid; and thou, God, sekyng the hertis and reynes, schalt dresse a iust man. ¹¹ Mi iust help is of the Lord; that makith saaf riytful men in herte. ¹² The Lord is a iust iuge, stronge and pacient; whether he is wrooth bi alle daies? ¹³ If ye ben `not conuertid, he schal florische his swerd; he hath bent his bouwe, and made it redi. ¹⁴ And therynne he hath maad redi the vessels of deth; he hath fulli maad his arewis with brennynge thingis. ¹⁵ Lo! he conseyuede sorewe; he peynfuli brouyte forth vnriytfulnesse, and childide wickidnesse. ¹⁶ He openide a lake, and diggide it out; and he felde in to the dich which he made. ¹⁷ His sorewe schal be turned in to his heed; and his wickidnesse schal come doun in to his necke. ¹⁸ I schal knouleche to the Lord bi his riytfulnesse; and Y schal synge to the name of the hiyeste Lord. ⁸ ¹ The title of the eiythe salm. To the ouercomere, for pressours, the salm of Dauid. ² Lord, thou art oure Lord; thi name is ful wonderful in al erthe. For thi greet doyng is reisid, aboue heuenes. ³ Of the mouth of yonge children, not spekynge and soukynge mylk, thou madist perfitli heriyng, for thin enemyes; that thou destrie the enemy and avengere. ⁴ For Y schal se thin heuenes, the werkis of thi fyngris; the moone and sterris, whiche thou hast foundid. ⁵ What is a man, that thou art myndeful of hym; ethir the sone of a virgyn, for thou visitist hym? ⁶ Thou hast maad hym a litil lesse than aungels; thou hast corouned hym with glorie and onour, ⁷ and hast ordeyned hym aboue the werkis of thin hondis. ⁸ Thou hast maad suget alle thingis vndur hise feet; alle scheep and oxis, ferthermore and the beestis of the feeld; ⁹ the briddis of the eir, and the fischis of the see; that passen bi the pathis of the see. ¹⁰ Lord, `thou art oure Lord; thi name `is wondurful in al erthe. ⁹ ¹ The title of the nynthe salm. In to the ende, for the pryuytees of the sone, the salm of Dauid. ² Lord, Y schal knouleche to thee in al myn herte; Y schal telle alle thi merueils. ³ Thou hiyeste, Y schal be glad, and Y schal be fulli ioieful in thee; Y schal synge to thi name. ⁴ For thou turnest myn enemy abac; thei schulen be maad feble, and schulen perische fro thi face. ⁵ For thou hast maad my doom and my cause; thou, that demest riytfulnesse, `hast set on the trone. ⁶ Thou blamedist hethene men, and the wickid perischide; thou hast do awei the name of hem in to the world, and in to the world of world. ⁷ The swerdis of the enemy failiden in to the ende; and thou hast distried the citees of hem. The mynde of hem perischide with sown; ⁸ and the Lord dwellith with outen ende. He made redi his trone in doom; and he schal deme the world in equite, ⁹ he schal deme puplis in riytfulnesse. ¹⁰ And the Lord is maad refuyt, `ether help, `to a pore man; an helpere in couenable tymes in tribulacioun. ¹¹ And thei, that knowen thi name, haue hope in thee; for thou, Lord, hast not forsake hem that seken thee. ¹² Synge ye to the Lord, that dwellith in Syon; telle ye hise studyes among hethene men. ¹³ God foryetith not the cry of pore men; for he hath mynde, and sekith the blood of hem. ¹⁴ Lord, haue thou merci on me; se thou my mekenesse of myn enemyes. ¹⁵ Which enhaunsist me fro the yatis of deeth; that Y telle alle thi preisyngis in the yatis of the douyter of Syon. ¹⁶ Y schal `be fulli ioyeful in thin helthe; hethene men ben fast set in the perisching, which thei maden. In this snare, which thei hidden, the foot of hem is kauyt. ¹⁷ The Lord makynge domes schal be knowun; the synnere is takun in the werkis of hise hondis. ¹⁸ Synneris be turned togidere in to helle; alle folkis, that foryeten God. ¹⁹ For the foryetyng of a pore man schal not be in to the ende; the pacience of pore men schal not perische in to the ende. ²⁰ Lord, rise thou vp, a man be not coumfortid; folkis be demyd in thi siyt. ²¹ Lord, ordeine thou a lawe makere on hem; wite folkis, that thei ben men. ¹ Lord, whi hast thou go fer awei? thou dispisist `in couenable tymes in tribulacioun. ² While the wickid is proud, the pore man is brent; thei ben taken in the counsels, bi whiche thei thenken. ³ Forwhi the synnere is preisid in the desiris of his soule; and the wickid is blessid. ⁴ The synnere `wraththide the Lord; vp the multitude of his ire he schal not seke. ⁵ God is not in his siyt; hise weies ben defoulid in al tyme. God, thi domes ben takun awei fro his face; he schal be lord of alle hise enemyes. ⁶ For he seide in his herte, Y schal not be moued, fro generacioun in to generacioun without yuel. ⁷ `Whos mouth is ful of cursyng, and of bitternesse, and of gyle; trauel and sorewe is vndur his tunge. ⁸ He sittith in aspies with ryche men in priuytees; to sle the innocent man. ⁹ Hise iyen biholden on a pore man; he settith aspies in hid place, as a lioun in his denne. He settith aspies, for to rauysche a pore man; for to rauysche a pore man, while he drawith the pore man. ¹⁰ In his snare he schal make meke the pore man; he schal bowe hym silf, and schal falle doun, whanne he hath be lord of pore men. ¹¹ For he seide in his herte, God hath foryete; he hath turned awei his face, that he se not in to the ende. ¹² Lord God, rise thou vp, and thin hond be enhaunsid; foryete thou not pore men. ¹³ For what thing terride the wickid man God to wraththe? for he seide in his herte, God schal not seke. ¹⁴ Thou seest, for thou biholdist trauel and sorewe; that thou take hem in to thin hondis. The pore man is left to thee; thou schalt be an helpere to the fadirles and modirles. ¹⁵ Al to-breke thou the arme of the synnere, and yuel willid; his synne schal be souyt, and it schal not be foundun. ¹⁶ The Lord schal regne with outen ende, and in to the world of world; folkis, ye schulen perische fro the lond of hym. ¹⁷ The Lord hath herd the desir of pore men; thin eere hath herd the makyng redi of her herte. ¹⁸ To deme for the modirles `and meke; that a man `leie to no more to `magnyfie hym silf on erthe. ¹⁰ ¹ The title of the tenthe salm. To the victorie of Dauid. ² I triste in the Lord; hou seien ye to my soule, Passe thou ouere in to an hil, as a sparowe doith? ³ For lo! synneris han bent a bouwe; thei han maad redi her arowis in an arowe caas; `for to schete in derknesse riytful men in herte. ⁴ For thei han distryed, whom thou hast maad perfit; but what dide the riytful man? ⁵ The Lord is in his hooli temple; he is Lord, his seete is in heuene. Hise iyen biholden on a pore man; hise iyelidis axen the sones of men. ⁶ The Lord axith a iust man, and vnfeithful man; but he, that loueth wickidnesse, hatith his soule. ⁷ He schal reyne snaris on `synful men; fier, brymston, and the spirit of tempestis ben the part of the cuppe of hem. ⁸ For the Lord is riytful, and louede riytfulnessis; his cheer siy equite, `ethir euennesse. ¹¹ ¹ The title of the eleuenthe salm. To the victorie on the eiyte, the song of Dauid. ² Lord, make thou me saaf, for the hooli failide; for treuthis ben maad litle fro the sones of men. ³ Thei spaken veyn thingis, ech man to hys neiybore; thei han gileful lippis, thei spaken in herte and herte. ⁴ The Lord destrie alle gileful lippis; and the greet spekynge tunge. ⁵ Whiche seiden, We schulen magnyfie oure tunge, our lippis ben of vs; who is oure lord? ⁶ For the wretchednesse of nedy men, and for the weilyng of pore men; now Y schal ryse vp, seith the Lord. I schal sette inhelt he; Y schal do tristili in hym. ⁷ The spechis of the Lord ben chast spechis; siluer examynyd bi fier, preued fro erthe, purgid seuen fold. ⁸ Thou, Lord, schalt kepe vs; and thou `schalt kepe vs fro this generacioun with outen ende. ⁹ Wickid men goen in cumpas; bi thin hiynesse thou hast multiplied the sones of men. ¹² ¹ The title of the twelfthe salm. To the victorie of Dauid. ² Hou long schal Y sette counsels in my soule; sorewe in my herte bi dai? ³ Hou long schal myn enemy be reisid on me? ⁴ My Lord God, biholde thou, and here thou me. Liytne thou myn iyen, lest ony tyme Y slepe in deth; ⁵ lest ony tyme myn enemye seie, Y hadde the maistri ayens hym. Thei, that troblen me, schulen haue ioie, if Y schal be stirid; forsothe Y hopide in thi merci. ⁶ Myn herte schal fulli haue ioie in thin helthe; Y schal synge to the Lord, that yyueth goodis to me, and Y schal seie salm to the name of the hiyeste Lord. ¹³ ¹ The `title of the threttenthe salm. To the victorie of Dauid. ² The Lord bihelde fro heuene on the sones of men; that he se, if ony is vndurstondynge, ethir sekynge God. ³ Alle bowiden awei, togidere thei ben maad vnprofitable; noon is that doth good, noon is `til to oon. The throte of hem is an open sepulcre, thei diden gilefuli with her tungis; the venym of snakis is vndur her lippis. Whos mouth is ful of cursyng and bittirnesse; her feet ben swift to schede out blood. Sorewe and cursidnesse is in the weies of hem, and thei knewen not the weie of pees; the drede of God is not bifor her iyen. ⁴ Whether alle men that worchen wickidnesse schulen not knowe; that deuowren my puple, as mete of breed? ⁵ Thei clepeden not the Lord; thei trembliden there for dreed, where was no drede; ⁶ for the Lord is in a riytful generacioun. Thou hast schent the counsel of a pore man; for the Lord is his hope. ⁷ Who schal yyue fro Syon helthe to Israel? Whanne the Lord hath turned awei the caitifte of his puple; Jacob schal `fulli be ioiful, and Israel schal be glad. ¹⁴ ¹ Lord, who schal dwelle in thi tabernacle; ether who schal reste in thin hooli hil? ² He that entrith with out wem; and worchith riytfulnesse. ³ Which spekith treuthe in his herte; which dide not gile in his tunge. Nethir dide yuel to his neiybore; and took not schenschip ayens hise neiyboris. ⁴ A wickid man is brouyt to nouyt in his siyt; but he glorifieth hem that dreden the Lord. Which swerith to his neiybore, and disseyueth not; ⁵ which yaf not his money to vsure; and took not yiftis on the innocent. He, that doith these thingis, schal not be moued with outen ende. ¹⁵ ¹ The title of the fiuetenthe salm. `Of the meke and symple, the salm of Dauid. Lord, kepe thou me, for Y haue hopid in thee; ² Y seide to the Lord, Thou art my God, for thou hast no nede of my goodis. ³ To the seyntis that ben in the lond of hym; he made wondurful alle my willis in hem. ⁴ The sikenessis of hem ben multiplied; aftirward thei hastiden. I schal not gadire togidere the conuenticulis, `ethir litle couentis, of hem of bloodis; and Y schal not be myndeful of her names bi my lippis. ⁵ The Lord is part of myn eritage, and of my passion; thou art, that schalt restore myn eritage to me. ⁶ Coordis felden to me in ful clere thingis; for myn eritage is ful cleer to me. ⁷ I schal blesse the Lord, that yaf vndurstondyng to me; ferthermore and my reynes blameden me `til to nyyt. ⁸ I purueide euere the Lord in my siyt; for he is on the riythalf to me, that Y be not moued. ⁹ For this thing myn herte was glad, and my tunge ioyede fulli; ferthermore and my fleisch schal reste in hope. ¹⁰ For thou schalt not forsake my soule in helle; nether thou schalt yyue thin hooli to se corrupcioun. Thou hast maad knowun to me the weies of lijf; thou schalt fille me of gladnesse with thi cheer; delityngis ben in thi riythalf `til in to the ende. ¹⁶ ¹ The title of the sixtenthe salm. The preier of Dauid. Lord, here thou my riytfulnesse; biholde thou my preier. Perseuye thou with eeris my preier; not maad in gileful lippis. ² Mi doom come `forth of thi cheer; thin iyen se equite. ³ Thou hast preued myn herte, and hast visitid in niyt; thou hast examynyd me bi fier, and wickidnesse is not foundun in me. ⁴ That my mouth speke not the werkis of men; for the wordis of thi lippis Y haue kept harde weies. ⁵ Make thou perfit my goyngis in thi pathis; that my steppis be not moued. ⁶ I criede, for thou, God, herdist me; bowe doun thin eere to me, and here thou my wordis. ⁷ Make wondurful thi mercies; that makist saaf `men hopynge in thee. ⁸ Kepe thou me as the appil of the iye; fro `men ayenstondynge thi riyt hond. Keuere thou me vndur the schadewe of thi wyngis; ⁹ fro the face of vnpitouse men, that han turmentid me. Myn enemyes han cumpassid my soule; ¹⁰ thei han closide togidere her fatnesse; the mouth of hem spak pride. ¹¹ Thei castiden me forth, and han cumpassid me now; thei ordeyneden to bowe doun her iyen in to erthe. ¹² Thei, as a lioun maad redi to prey, han take me; and as the whelp of a lioun dwellynge in hid places. ¹³ Lord, rise thou vp, bifor come thou hym, and disseyue thou hym; delyuere thou my lijf fro the `vnpitouse, ¹⁴ delyuere thou thi swerd fro the enemyes of thin hond. Lord, departe thou hem fro a fewe men of `the lond in the lijf of hem; her wombe is fillid of thin hid thingis. Thei ben fillid with sones; and thei leften her relifis to her litle children. ¹⁵ But Y in riytfulnesse schal appere to thi siyt; Y schal be fillid, whanne thi glorie schal appere. ¹⁷ ¹ The title of the seuenetenthe salm. To victorie, the word of the Lord to Dauid; which spak the wordis of this song, in the dai in which the Lord delyuerede hym fro the hond of alle hise enemyes, and fro the hond of Saul; and he seide: ² Lord, my strengthe, Y schal loue thee; the Lord is my stidfastnesse, and my refuyt, and mi deliuerere. ³ Mi God is myn helpere; and Y schal hope in to hym. My defendere, and the horn of myn helthe; and myn vptakere. ⁴ I schal preise, and ynwardli clepe the Lord; and Y schal be saaf fro myn enemyes. ⁵ The sorewis of deth cumpassiden me; and the strondis of wickidnesse disturbliden me. ⁶ The sorewis of helle cumpassiden me; the snaris of deeth `bifor ocupieden me. ⁷ In my tribulacioun Y inwardli clepide the Lord; and Y criede to my God. And he herde my vois fro his hooli temple; and my cry in his siyt entride in to hise eeris. ⁸ The erthe was mouede togidere, and tremblede togidere; the foundementis of hillis weren troblid togidere, and weren moued togidere; for he was wrooth to hem. ⁹ Smoke stiede in the ire of hym, and fier brente out fro his face; coolis weren kyndlid of hym. ¹⁰ He bowide doun heuenes, and cam doun; and derknesse was vndur hise feet. ¹¹ And he stiede on cherubym, and flei; he fley ouer the pennes of wyndis. ¹² And he settide derknesses his hidyng place, his tabernacle `in his cumpas; derk water was in the cloudes of the lowere eir. ¹³ Ful cleer cloudis passiden in his siyt; hail and the coolis of fier. ¹⁴ And the Lord thundrid fro heuene; and the hiyeste yaf his vois, hail and the coolis of fier `camen doun. ¹⁵ And he sente hise arowis, and distriede tho men; he multipliede leytis, and disturblide tho men. ¹⁶ And the wellis of watris apperiden; and the foundementis of the erthe weren schewid. Lord, of thi blamyng; of the brething of the spirit of thin ire. ¹⁷ He sente fro the hiyeste place, and took me; and he took me fro many watris. ¹⁸ He delyuerede me fro my strongeste enemyes; and fro hem that hatiden me, fro thei weren coumfortid on me. ¹⁹ Thei camen bifor me in the dai of my turment; and the Lord was maad my defendere. ²⁰ And he ledde out me in to breede; he maad me saaf, for he wolde me. ²¹ And the Lord schal yelde to me bi my riytfulnesse; and he schal yelde to me bi the clennesse of myn hondis. ²² For Y kepte the weies of the Lord; and Y dide not vnfeithfuli fro my God. ²³ For alle hise domes ben in my siyt; and Y puttide not awei fro me hise riytfulnessis. ²⁴ And Y schal be vnwemmed with hym; and Y schal kepe me fro my wickidnesse. ²⁵ And the Lord schal yelde to me bi my riytfulnesse; and bi the clennesse of myn hondis in the siyt of hise iyen. ²⁶ With the hooli, thou schalt be hooli; and with `a man innocent, thou schalt be innocent. ²⁷ And with a chosun man, thou schalt be chosun; and with a weiward man, thou schalt be weiward. ²⁸ For thou schalt make saaf a meke puple; and thou schalt make meke the iyen of proude men. ²⁹ For thou, Lord, liytnest my lanterne; my God, liytne thou my derknessis. ³⁰ For bi thee Y schal be delyuered fro temptacioun; and in my God Y schal `go ouer the wal. ³¹ Mi God, his weie is vndefoulid, the speches of the Lord ben examyned bi fier; he is defendere of alle men hopynge in hym. ³² For whi, who is God out takun the Lord? ethir who is God outakun oure God? ³³ God that hath gird me with vertu; and hath set my weie vnwemmed. ³⁴ Which made perfit my feet as of hertis; and ordeynynge me on hiye thingis. ³⁵ Which techith myn hondis to batel; and thou hast set myn armys as a brasun bouwe. ³⁶ And thou hast youe to me the kyueryng of thin helthe; and thi riythond hath vptake me. And thi chastisyng amendide me in to the ende; and thilke chastisyng of thee schal teche me. ³⁷ Thou alargidist my paaces vndur me; and my steppis ben not maad vnstidefast. ³⁸ Y schal pursue myn enemyes, and Y schal take hem; and Y schal not turne til thei failen. ³⁹ I schal al to-breke hem, and thei schulen not mowe stonde; thei schulen falle vndur my feet. ⁴⁰ And thou hast gird me with vertu to batel; and thou hast `supplauntid, ether disseyued, vndur me men risynge ayens me. ⁴¹ And thou hast youe myn enemyes abac to me; and thou hast distried `men hatynge me. ⁴² Thei crieden, and noon was that maad hem saaf; `thei crieden to the Lord, and he herde not hem. ⁴³ And Y schal al to-breke hem, as dust bifor the face of wynd; Y schal do hem awei, as the cley of stretis. ⁴⁴ Thou schalt delyuere me fro ayenseiyngis of the puple; thou schalt sette me in to the heed of folkis. ⁴⁵ The puple, which Y knewe not, seruede me; in the herynge of eere it obeiede to me. ⁴⁶ Alien sones lieden to me, alien sones wexiden elde; and crokiden fro thi pathis. ⁴⁷ The Lord lyueth, and my God be blessid; and the God of myn helthe be enhaunsid. ⁴⁸ God, that yauest veniaunces to me, and makist suget puplis vndur me; my delyuerere fro my wrathful enemyes. ⁴⁹ And thou schalt enhaunse me fro hem, that risen ayens me; thou schalt delyuere me fro a wickid man. ⁵⁰ Therfor, Lord, Y schal knouleche to thee among naciouns; and Y schal seie salm to thi name. ⁵¹ Magnyfiynge the helthis of his kyng; and doynge merci to his crist Dauid, and to his seed til in to the world. ¹⁸ ¹ The title of the eiytenthe salm. To victorie, the salm of Dauid. ² Heuenes tellen out the glorie of God; and the firmament tellith the werkis of hise hondis. ³ The dai tellith out to the dai a word; and the nyyt schewith kunnyng to the nyyt. ⁴ No langagis ben, nether wordis; of whiche the voices of hem ben not herd. ⁵ The soun of hem yede out in to al erthe; and the wordis of hem `yeden out in to the endis of the world. ⁶ In the sunne he hath set his tabernacle; and he as a spouse comynge forth of his chaumbre. He fulli ioyede, as a giaunt, to renne his weie; ⁷ his goynge out was fro hiyeste heuene. And his goyng ayen was to the hiyeste therof; and noon is that hidith hym silf fro his heet. ⁸ The lawe of the Lord is with out wem, and conuertith soulis; the witnessyng of the Lord is feithful, and yyueth wisdom to litle children. ⁹ The riytfulnessis of the Lord ben riytful, gladdynge hertis; the comaundement of the Lord is cleere, liytnynge iyen. ¹⁰ The hooli drede of the Lord dwellith in to world of world; the domes of the Lord ben trewe, iustified in to hem silf. ¹¹ Desirable more than gold, and a stoon myche preciouse; and swettere than hony and honycoomb. ¹² `Forwhi thi seruaunt kepith thoo; myche yeldyng is in tho to be kept. ¹³ Who vndurstondith trespassis? make thou me cleene fro my priuy synnes; ¹⁴ and of alien synnes spare thi seruaunt. `If the forseid defautis ben not, Lord, of me, than Y schal be with out wem; and Y schal be clensid of the mooste synne. ¹⁵ And the spechis of my mouth schulen be, that tho plese; and the thenkynge of myn herte euere in thi siyt. Lord, myn helpere; and myn ayenbiere. ¹⁹ ¹ The title of the nyntenthe salm. To victorie, the salm of Dauid. ² The Lord here thee in the dai of tribulacioun; the name of God of Jacob defende thee. ³ Sende he helpe to thee fro the hooli place; and fro Syon defende he thee. ⁴ Be he myndeful of al thi sacrifice; and thi brent sacrifice be maad fat. ⁵ Yyue he to thee aftir thin herte; and conferme he al thi counsel. ⁶ We schulen be glad in thin helthe; and we schulen be magnyfied in the name of oure God. ⁷ The Lord fille alle thin axyngis; nowe Y haue knowe, that the Lord hath maad saaf his crist. He schal here hym fro his hooly heuene; the helthe of his riyt hond is in poweris. ⁸ Thes in charis, and these in horsis; but we schulen inwardli clepe in the name of oure Lord God. ⁹ Thei ben boundun, and felden doun; but we han rise, and ben reisid. ¹⁰ Lord, make thou saaf the kyng; and here thou vs in the dai in which we inwardli clepen thee. ²⁰ ¹ The title of the twentithe salm. To victorie, the salm of Dauid. ² Lord, the kyng schal be glad in thi vertu; and he schal ful out haue ioye greetli on thin helthe. ³ Thou hast youe to hym the desire of his herte; and thou hast not defraudid hym of the wille of hise lippis. ⁴ For thou hast bifor come hym in the blessyngis of swetnesse; thou hast set on his heed a coroun of preciouse stoon. ⁵ He axide of thee lijf, and thou yauest to hym; the lengthe of daies in to the world, `and in to the world of world. ⁶ His glorie is greet in thin helthe; thou schalt putte glorie, and greet fayrnesse on hym. ⁷ For thou schalt yyue hym in to blessing in to the world of world; thou schalt make hym glad in ioye with thi cheer. ⁸ For the kyng hopith in the Lord; and in the merci of the hiyeste he schal not be moued. ⁹ Thyn hond be foundun to alle thin enemyes; thi riythond fynde alle hem that haten thee. ¹⁰ Thou schalt putte hem as a furneis of fier in the tyme of thi cheer; the Lord schal disturble hem in his ire, and fier schal deuoure hem. ¹¹ Thou schalt leese the fruyt of hem fro erthe; and `thou schalt leese the seed of hem fro the sones of men. ¹² For thei bowiden yuels ayens thee; thei thouyten counseils, whiche thei myyten not stablische. ¹³ For thou schalt putte hem abac; in thi relifs thou schalt make redi the cheer of hem. ¹⁴ Lord, be thou enhaunsid in thi vertu; we schulen synge, and seie opinly thi vertues. ²¹ ¹ The `title of the oon and twentithe salm. To ouercome, for `the morewtid hynd; the salm of Dauid. ² God, my God, biholde thou on me, whi hast thou forsake me? the wordis of my trespassis ben fer fro myn helthe. ³ Mi God, Y schal crye bi dai, and thou schalt not here; and bi nyyt, and not to vnwisdom to me. ⁴ Forsothe thou, the preisyng of Israel, dwellist in holynesse; ⁵ oure fadris hopiden in thee, thei hopiden, and thou delyueridist hem. ⁶ Thei crieden to thee, and thei weren maad saaf; thei hopiden in thee, and thei weren not schent. ⁷ But Y am a worm, and not man; the schenschip of men, and the outcastyng of the puple. ⁸ Alle men seynge me scorneden me; thei spaken with lippis, and stiriden the heed. ⁹ He hopide in the Lord, delyuere he hym; make he hym saaf, for he wole hym. ¹⁰ For thou it art that drowist me out of the wombe, thou art myn hope fro the tetis of my modir; ¹¹ in to thee Y am cast forth fro the wombe. Fro the wombe of my modir thou art my God; departe thou not fro me. ¹² For tribulacioun is next; for noon is that helpith. ¹³ Many calues cumpassiden me; fatte bolis bisegiden me. ¹⁴ Thei openyden her mouth on me; as doith a lioun rauyschynge and rorynge. ¹⁵ I am sched out as watir; and alle my boonys ben scaterid. Myn herte is maad, as wex fletynge abrood; in the myddis of my wombe. ¹⁶ Mi vertu driede as a tiyl stoon, and my tunge cleuede to my chekis; and thou hast brouyt forth me in to the dust of deth. ¹⁷ For many doggis cumpassiden me; the counsel of wickid men bisegide me. Thei delueden myn hondis and my feet; ¹⁸ thei noumbriden alle my boonys. Sotheli thei lokiden, and bihelden me; ¹⁹ thei departiden my clothis to hem silf, and thei senten lot on my cloth. ²⁰ But thou, Lord, delaie not thin help fro me; biholde thou to my defence. ²¹ God, delyuere thou my lijf fro swerd; and delyuere thou myn oon aloone fro the hond of the dogge. ²² Make thou me saaf fro the mouth of a lioun; and my mekenesse fro the hornes of vnycornes. ²³ I schal telle thi name to my britheren; Y schal preise thee in the myddis of the chirche. ²⁴ Ye that dreden the Lord, herie hym; alle the seed of Jacob, glorifie ye hym. ²⁵ Al the seed of Israel drede hym; for he forsook not, nethir dispiside the preier of a pore man. Nethir he turnede awei his face fro me; and whanne Y criede to hym, he herde me. ²⁶ Mi preisyng is at thee in a greet chirche; Y schal yelde my vowis in the siyt of men dredynge hym. ²⁷ Pore men schulen ete, and schulen be fillid, and thei schulen herie the Lord, that seken hym; the hertis of hem schulen lyue in to the world of world. ²⁸ Alle the endis of erthe schulen bithenke; and schulen be conuertid to the Lord. And alle the meynees of hethene men; schulen worschipe in his siyt. ²⁹ For the rewme is the Lordis; and he schal be Lord of hethene men. ³⁰ Alle the fatte men of erthe eeten and worschipiden; alle men, that goen doun in to erthe, schulen falle doun in his siyt. ³¹ And my soule schal lyue to hym; and my seed schal serue him. ³² A generacioun to comyng schal be teld to the Lord; and heuenes schulen telle his riytfulnesse to the puple that schal be borun, whom the Lord made. ²² ¹ The title of the two and twentithe salm. `The salm, ether the song of Dauid. The Lord gouerneth me, and no thing schal faile to me; ² in the place of pasture there he hath set me. He nurschide me on the watir of refreischyng; ³ he conuertide my soule. He ledde me forth on the pathis of riytfulnesse; for his name. ⁴ For whi thouy Y schal go in the myddis of schadewe of deeth; Y schal not drede yuels, for thou art with me. Thi yerde and thi staf; tho han coumfortid me. ⁵ Thou hast maad redi a boord in my siyt; ayens hem that troblen me. Thou hast maad fat myn heed with oyle; and my cuppe, `fillinge greetli, is ful cleer. ⁶ And thi merci schal sue me; in alle the daies of my lijf. And that Y dwelle in the hows of the Lord; in to the lengthe of daies. ²³ ¹ The title of the `thre and twentithe salm. The song of Dauid. The erthe and the fulnesse therof is `the Lordis; the world, and alle that dwellen therynne `is the Lordis. ² For he foundide it on the sees; and made it redi on floodis. ³ Who schal stie in to the hil of the Lord; ethir who schal stonde in the hooli place of hym? ⁴ The innocent in hondis, and in cleene herte; whiche took not his soule in veyn, nether swoor in gile to his neiybore. ⁵ `This man schal take blessyng of the Lord; and mercy of God his helthe. ⁶ This is the generacioun of men sekynge hym; of men sekynge the face of God of Jacob. ⁷ Ye princes, take vp youre yatis, and ye euerelastynge yatis, be reisid; and the kyng of glorie schal entre. ⁸ Who is this kyng of glorie? the Lord strong and myyti, the Lord myyti in batel. ⁹ Ye princes, take vp youre yatis, and ye euerlastynge yatis, be reisid; and the kyng of glorie schal entre. ¹⁰ Who is this kyng of glorie? the Lord of vertues, he is the kyng of glorie. ²⁴ ¹ The title of the foure and twentithe salm. To Dauid. ² Lord, to thee Y haue reisid my soule; my God, Y truste in thee, be Y not aschamed. ³ Nethir myn enemyes scorne me; for alle men that suffren thee schulen not be schent. ⁴ Alle men doynge wickyd thingis superfluli; be schent. Lord, schewe thou thi weies to me; and teche thou me thi pathis. ⁵ Dresse thou me in thi treuthe, and teche thou me, for thou art God my sauyour; and Y suffride thee al dai. ⁶ Lord, haue thou mynde of thi merciful doyngis; and of thi mercies that ben fro the world. ⁷ Haue thou not mynde on the trespassis of my yongthe; and on myn vnkunnyngis. Thou, Lord, haue mynde on me bi thi merci; for thi goodnesse. ⁸ The Lord is swete and riytful; for this he schal yyue a lawe to men trespassynge in the weie. ⁹ He schal dresse deboner men in doom; he schal teche mylde men hise weies. ¹⁰ Alle the weies of the Lord ben mercy and treuthe; to men sekynge his testament, and hise witnessyngis. ¹¹ Lord, for thi name thou schalt do merci to my synne; for it is myche. ¹² Who is a man, that dredith the Lord? he ordeyneth to hym a lawe in the weie which he chees. ¹³ His soule schal dwelle in goodis; and his seed schal enerite the lond. ¹⁴ The Lord is a sadnesse to men dredynge hym; and his testament is, that it be schewid to hem. ¹⁵ Myn iyen ben euere to the Lord; for he schal breide awey my feet fro the snare. ¹⁶ Biholde thou on me, and haue thou mercy on me; for Y am ¹⁷ oon aloone and pore The tribulaciouns of myn herte ben multiplied; delyuere thou me of my nedis. ¹⁸ Se thou my mekenesse and my trauel; and foryyue thou alle my trespassis. ¹⁹ Bihold thou myn enemyes, for thei ben multiplied; and thei haten me bi wickid hatrede. ²⁰ Kepe thou my soule, and delyuere thou me; be Y not aschamed, for Y hopide in thee. ²¹ Innocent men and riytful cleuyden to me; for Y suffride thee. ²² God, delyuere thou Israel; fro alle hise tribulaciouns. ²⁵ ¹ The title of the fyue and twentithe salm. `To Dauid. ² Lord, preue thou me, and asaie me; brenne thou my reynes, and myn herte. ³ For whi thi merci is bifor myn iyen; and Y pleside in thi treuthe. ⁴ I sat not with the counsel of vanyte; and Y schal not entre with men doynge wickid thingis. ⁵ I hatide the chirche of yuele men; and Y schal not sitte with wickid men. ⁶ I schal waische myn hondis among innocentis; and, Lord, Y schal cumpasse thin auter. ⁷ That Y here the vois of heriyng; and that Y telle out alle thi merueils. ⁸ Lord, Y haue loued the fairnesse of thin hows; and the place of the dwellyng of thi glorie. ⁹ God, leese thou not my soule with vnfeithful men; and my lijf with men of bloodis. ¹⁰ In whose hondis wyckidnessis ben; the riythond of hem is fillid with yiftis. ¹¹ But Y entride in myn innocens; ayenbie thou me, and haue merci on me. ¹² Mi foot stood in riytfulnesse; Lord, Y schal blesse thee in chirchis. ²⁶ ¹ The title of the sixe and twentithe salm. To Dauid. The Lord is my liytnyng, and myn helthe; whom schal Y drede? The Lord is defendere of my lijf; for whom schal Y tremble? ² The while noiful men neiyen on me; for to ete my fleischis. Myn enemyes, that trobliden me; thei weren maad sijk and felden doun. ³ Thouy castels stonden togidere ayens me; myn herte schal not drede. Thouy batel risith ayens me; in this thing Y schal haue hope. ⁴ I axide of the Lord o thing; Y schal seke this thing; that Y dwelle in the hows of the Lord alle the daies of my lijf. That Y se the wille of the Lord; and that Y visite his temple. ⁵ For he hidde me in his tabernacle in the dai of yuelis; he defendide me in the hid place of his tabernacle. ⁶ He enhaunside me in a stoon; and now he enhaunside myn heed ouer myn enemyes. I cumpasside, and offride in his tabernacle a sacrifice of criyng; Y schal synge, and Y schal seie salm to the Lord. ⁷ Lord, here thou my vois, bi which Y criede to thee; haue thou merci on me, and here me. ⁸ Myn herte seide to thee, My face souyte thee; Lord, Y schal seke eft thi face. ⁹ Turne thou not awei thi face fro me; bouwe thou not awei in ire fro thi seruaunt. Lord, be thou myn helpere, forsake thou not me; and, God, myn helthe, dispise thou not me. ¹⁰ For my fadir and my modir han forsake me; but the Lord hath take me. ¹¹ Lord, sette thou a lawe to me in thi weie; and dresse thou me in thi path for myn enemyes. ¹² Bitake thou not me in to the soules of hem, that troblen me; for wickid witnessis han rise ayens me, and wickydnesse liede to it silf. ¹³ I bileue to see the goodis of the Lord; in the lond of `hem that lyuen. ¹⁴ Abide thou the Lord, do thou manli; and thin herte be coumfortid, and suffre thou the Lord. ²⁷ ¹ The title of the seuen and twentithe salm. To Dauid. Lord, Y schal crye to thee; my God, be thou not stille fro me, be thou not stille `ony tyme fro me; and Y schal be maad lijk to hem, that goen doun in to the lake. ² Lord, here thou the vois of my bisechyng, while Y preie to thee; whyle Y reise myn hondis to thin hooli temple. ³ Bitake thou not me togidere with synneris; and leese thou not me with hem that worchen wickidnesse. Whyche speken pees with her neiybore; but yuels ben in her hertis. ⁴ Yyue thou to hem vpe the werkis of hem; and vpe the wickidnesse of her fyndyngis. Yyue thou to hem vpe the werkis of her hondis; yelde thou her yeldyng to hem. ⁵ For thei vndurstoden not the werkis of the Lord, and bi the werkis of hise hondis thou schalt destrie hem; and thou schalt not bilde hem. ⁶ Blissid be the Lord; for he herde the vois of my bisechyng. ⁷ The Lord is myn helpere and my defendere; and myn herte hopide in hym, and Y am helpid. And my fleisch flouride ayen; and of my wille Y schal knowleche to hym. ⁸ The Lord is the strengthe of his puple; and he is defendere of the sauyngis of his crist. ⁹ Lord, make thou saaf thi puple, and blesse thou thin eritage; and reule thou hem, and enhaunse thou hem til in to with outen ende. ²⁸ ¹ The title of the eiyt and twentithe salm. The salm, ethir song of Dauid. Ye sones of God, brynge to the Lord; brynge ye to the Lord the sones of rammes. ² Brynge ye to the Lord glorie and onour; brynge ye to the Lord glorie to his name; herie ye the Lord in his hooli large place. ³ The vois of the Lord on watris, God of mageste thundride; the Lord on many watris. ⁴ The vois of the Lord in vertu; the vois of the Lord in greet doyng. ⁵ The vois of the Lord brekynge cedris; and the Lord schal breke the cedris of the Liban. ⁶ And he schal al to-breke hem to dust as a calf of the Liban; and the derling was as the sone of an vnycorn. ⁷ The vois of the Lord departynge the flawme of fier; ⁸ the vois of the Lord schakynge desert; and the Lord schal stire togidere the desert of Cades. ⁹ The vois of the Lord makynge redi hertis, and he schal schewe thicke thingis; and in his temple alle men schulen seie glorie. ¹⁰ The Lord makith to enhabite the greet flood; and the Lord schal sitte kyng with outen ende. ¹¹ The Lord schal yyue vertu to his puple; the Lord schal blesse his puple in pees. ²⁹ ¹ The title of the nyne and twentithe salm. The salm of song, for the halewyng of the hows of Dauid. ² Lord, Y schal enhaunse thee, for thou hast vp take me; and thou delitidist not myn enemyes on me. ³ Mi Lord God, Y criede to thee; and thou madist me hool. ⁴ Lord, thou leddist out my soule fro helle; thou sauedist me fro hem that goen doun into the lake. ⁵ Ye seyntis of the Lord, synge to the Lord; and knowleche ye to the mynde of his hoolynesse. ⁶ For ire is in his indignacioun; and lijf is in his wille. Wepyng schal dwelle at euentid; and gladnesse at the morewtid. ⁷ Forsothe Y seide in my plentee; Y schal not be moued with outen ende. ⁸ Lord, in thi wille; thou hast youe vertu to my fairnesse. Thou turnedist awei thi face fro me; and Y am maad disturblid. ⁹ Lord, Y schal crye to thee; and Y schal preye to my God. ¹⁰ What profit is in my blood; while Y go doun in to corrupcioun? Whether dust schal knouleche to thee; ethir schal telle thi treuthe? ¹¹ The Lord herde, and hadde merci on me; the Lord is maad myn helpere. ¹² Thou hast turned my weilyng in to ioye to me; thou hast to-rent my sak, and hast cumpassid me with gladnesse. ¹³ That my glorie synge to thee, and Y be not compunct; my Lord God, Y schal knouleche to thee with outen ende. ³⁰ ¹ The title of the thrittithe salm. To victorie, the salm of Dauid. ² Lord, Y hopide in thee, be Y not schent with outen ende; delyuere thou me in thi riytfulnesse. ³ Bouwe doun thin eere to me; haaste thou to delyuere me. Be thou to me in to God defendere, and in to an hows of refuyt; that thou make me saaf. ⁴ For thou art my strengthe and my refuyt; and for thi name thou schalt lede me forth, and schalt nurische me. ⁵ Thou schalt lede me out of the snare, which thei hidden to me; for thou art my defendere. ⁶ I bitake my spirit in to thin hondis; Lord God of treuthe, thou hast ayen bouyt me. ⁷ Thou hatist hem that kepen vanytees superfluli. ⁸ Forsothe Y hopide in the Lord; Y schal haue fulli ioie, and schal be glad in thi merci. For thou byheldist my mekenesse; thou sauedist my lijf fro nedis. ⁹ And thou closidist not me togidere withynne the hondis of the enemy; thou hast sett my feet in a large place. ¹⁰ Lord, haue thou merci on me, for Y am troblid; myn iye is troblid in ire, my soule and my wombe `ben troblid. ¹¹ For whi my lijf failide in sorewe; and my yeeris in weilynges. Mi vertu is maad feble in pouert; and my boonys ben disturblid. ¹² Ouer alle myn enemyes Y am maad schenship greetli to my neiyboris; and drede to my knowun. Thei that sien me with outforth, fledden fro me; Y am youun to foryetyng,