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| [1]In the Lord put I my trust: how say ye then to my soul, Flee to your mountain as a bird? |
[1]The title of the eleuenthe salm. To the victorie on the eiyte, the song of Dauid. |
| [2]For lo, the wicked bend their bow, and make ready their arrows upon the string, that they may secretly shoot at them, which are upright in heart. |
[2]Lord, make thou me saaf, for the hooli failide; for treuthis ben maad litle fro the sones of men. |
| [3]For the foundations are cast down: what hath the righteous done? |
[3]Thei spaken veyn thingis, ech man to hys neiybore; thei han gileful lippis, thei spaken in herte and herte. |
| [4]The Lord is in his holy palace: the Lord's throne is in the heaven: his eyes will consider: his eye lids will try the children of men. |
[4]The Lord destrie alle gileful lippis; and the greet spekynge tunge. |
| [5]The Lord will try the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth iniquity, doth his soul hate. |
[5]Whiche seiden, We schulen magnyfie oure tunge, our lippis ben of vs; who is oure lord? |
| [6]Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire, and brimstone, and stormy tempest: this is the portion of their cup. |
[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]For the righteous Lord loveth righteousness: his countenance doth behold the just. |
[7]The spechis of the Lord ben chast spechis; siluer examynyd bi fier, preued fro erthe, purgid seuen fold. |