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| [1]The title of the twelfthe salm. To the victorie of Dauid. |
[1]Help Lord, for there is not a godly man left: for the faithful are failed from among the children of men. |
| [2]Hou long schal Y sette counsels in my soule; sorewe in my herte bi dai? |
[2]They speak deceitfully every one with his neighbor, flattering with their lips, and speak with a double heart. |
| [3]Hou long schal myn enemy be reisid on me? |
[3]The Lord cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things: |
| [4]My Lord God, biholde thou, and here thou me. Liytne thou myn iyen, lest ony tyme Y slepe in deth; |
[4]Which have said, With our tongue will we prevail: our lips are our own: who is Lord over us? |
| [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. |
[5]Now for the oppression of the needy, and for the sighs of the poor, I will up, saith the Lord, and will set at liberty him, whom the wicked hath snared. |
| [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. |
[6]The words of the Lord are pure words, as the silver, tried in a furnace of earth, fined seven fold. |
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[7]Thou wilt keep them, O Lord: thou wilt preserve him from this generation forever. |
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[8]The wicked walk on every side: when they are exalted, it is a shame for the sons of men. |