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| [1]The `title of the threttenthe salm. To the victorie of Dauid. |
[1]How long wilt thou forget me, O Lord, forever? How long wilt thou hide thy face from me? |
| [2]The Lord bihelde fro heuene on the sones of men; that he se, if ony is vndurstondynge, ethir sekynge God. |
[2]How long shall I take counsel within myself, having weariness daily in mine heart? How long shall mine enemy be exalted above me? |
| [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. |
[3]Behold, and hear me, O Lord my God: lighten mine eyes, that I sleep not in death: |
| [4]Whether alle men that worchen wickidnesse schulen not knowe; that deuowren my puple, as mete of breed? |
[4]Lest mine enemy say, I have prevailed against him: and they that afflict me, rejoice when I slide. |
| [5]Thei clepeden not the Lord; thei trembliden there for dreed, where was no drede; |
[5]But I trust in thy mercy: mine heart shall rejoice in thy salvation: I will sing to the Lord, because he hath dealt lovingly with me. NOTE: Beginning with "I will sing . . . . " appears as verse |
| [6]for the Lord is in a riytful generacioun. Thou hast schent the counsel of a pore man; for the Lord is his hope. |
[6]in the Bishop's King James Bible. |