[1]The `title of the oon and nyntithe salm. `The salm of `song, in the dai of sabath.[2]It is good to knouleche to the Lord; and to synge to thi name, thou hiyeste.[3]To schewe eerli thi merci; and thi treuthe bi nyyt.[4]In a sautrie of ten cordis; with song in harpe.[5]For thou, Lord, hast delitid me in thi makyng; and Y schal make ful out ioye in the werkis of thin hondis.[6]Lord, thi werkis ben magnefied greetli; thi thouytis ben maad ful depe.[7]An vnwise man schal not knowe; and a fool schal not vndirstonde these thingis.[8]Whanne synneris comen forth, as hey; and alle thei apperen, that worchen wickidnesse.[9]That thei perische in to the world of world; forsothe thou, Lord, art the hiyest, withouten ende. For lo![10]Lord, thin enemyes, for lo! thin enemyes schulen perische; and alle schulen be scaterid that worchen wickidnesse.[11]And myn horn schal be reisid as an vnicorn; and myn eelde in plenteuouse merci.[12]And myn iye dispiside myn enemyes; and whanne wickid men rysen ayens me, myn eere schal here.[13]A iust man schal floure as a palm tree; he schal be multiplied as a cedre of Liban.[14]Men plauntid in the hous of the Lord; schulen floure in the porchis of the hous of oure God.[15]Yit thei schulen be multiplied in plenteuouse elde; and thei schulen be suffryng wel. That thei telle, that oure Lord God is riytful; and no wickidnesse is in hym.[16][No verse]