[1]The foure and nyntithe salm. Come ye, make we ful out ioie to the Lord; hertli synge we to God, oure heelthe.[2]Bifore ocupie we his face in knowleching; and hertli synge we to him in salmes.[3]For God is a greet Lord, and a greet king aboue alle goddis; for the Lord schal not putte awei his puple.[4]For alle the endis of erthe ben in his hond; and the hiynesses of hillis ben hise.[5]For the see is his, and he made it; and hise hondis formeden the drie lond.[6]Come ye, herie we, and falle we doun bifore God, wepe we bifore the Lord that made vs;[7]for he is oure Lord God. And we ben the puple of his lesewe; and the scheep of his hond.[8]If ye han herd his vois to dai; nyle ye make hard youre hertis.[9]As in the terryng to wraththe; bi the dai of temptacioun in desert. Where youre fadris temptiden me; thei preueden and sien my werkis.[10]Fourti yeer I was offendid to this generacioun; and Y seide, Euere thei erren in herte.[11]And these men knewen not my weies; to whiche Y swoor in myn ire, thei schulen not entre in to my reste.[12][No verse][13][No verse][14][No verse][15][No verse][16][No verse][17][No verse][18][No verse][19][No verse][20][No verse][21][No verse][22][No verse][23][No verse]