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| [1]The title of the fyuethe salm. To the ouercomere on the eritagis, the song of Dauid. |
[1]Hearken to my words, O Lord, attend to my cry. |
| [2]Lord, perseyue thou my wordis with eeris; vndurstonde thou my cry. |
[2]Attend to the voice of my supplication, my King, and my God: for to thee, O Lord, will I pray. |
| [3]Mi kyng, and my God; yyue thou tent to the vois of my preier. |
[3]In the morning thou shalt hear my voice: in the morning will I wait upon thee, and will look up. |
| [4]For, Lord, Y schal preie to thee; here thou eerly my vois. |
[4]For thou art not a god that desires iniquity; neither shall the worker of wickedness dwell with thee. |
| [5]Eerli Y schal stonde nyy thee, and Y schal se; for thou art God not willynge wickidnesse. |
[5]Neither shall the transgressors continue in thy sight: thou hatest, O Lord, all them that work iniquity. |
| [6]Nethir an yuel willid man schal dwelle bisidis thee; nethir vniust men schulen dwelle bifor thin iyen. |
[6]Thou wilt destroy all that speak falsehood: the Lord abhors the bloody and deceitful man. |
| [7]Thou hatist alle that worchen wickidnesse; thou schalt leese alle that speken leesyng. The Lord schal holde abhomynable a manquellere, and gileful man. |
[7]But I will enter into thine house in the multitude of thy mercy: I will worship in thy fear toward thy holy temple. |
| [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. |
[8]Lead me, O Lord, in thy righteousness because of mine enemies; make my way plain before thy face. |
| [9]Lord, lede thou forth me in thi riytfulnesse for myn enemyes; dresse thou my weie in thi siyt. |
[9]For there is no truth in their mouth; their heart is vain; their throat is an open sepulchre; with their tongues they have used deceit. |
| [10]For whi treuthe is not in her mouth; her herte is veyn. |
[10]Judge them, O God; let them fail of their counsels: cast them out according to the abundance of their ungodliness; for they have provoked thee, O Lord. |
| [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. |
[11]But let all that trust on thee be glad in thee: they shall exult for ever, and thou shalt dwell among them; and all that love thy name shall rejoice in thee. |
| [12]And alle that louen thi name schulen haue glorie in thee; |
[12]For thou, Lord, shalt bless the righteous: thou hast compassed us as with a shield of favour. |