[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.[9][No verse][10][No verse][11][No verse][12][No verse][13][No verse][14][No verse][15][No verse][16][No verse][17][No verse][18][No verse]