[1]The title of the sixtenthe salm. The preier of Dauid. Lord, here thou my riytfulnesse; biholde thou my preier. Perseuye thou with eeris my preier; not maad in gileful lippis.[2]Mi doom come `forth of thi cheer; thin iyen se equite.[3]Thou hast preued myn herte, and hast visitid in niyt; thou hast examynyd me bi fier, and wickidnesse is not foundun in me.[4]That my mouth speke not the werkis of men; for the wordis of thi lippis Y haue kept harde weies.[5]Make thou perfit my goyngis in thi pathis; that my steppis be not moued.[6]I criede, for thou, God, herdist me; bowe doun thin eere to me, and here thou my wordis.[7]Make wondurful thi mercies; that makist saaf `men hopynge in thee.[8]Kepe thou me as the appil of the iye; fro `men ayenstondynge thi riyt hond. Keuere thou me vndur the schadewe of thi wyngis;[9]fro the face of vnpitouse men, that han turmentid me. Myn enemyes han cumpassid my soule;[10]thei han closide togidere her fatnesse; the mouth of hem spak pride.[11]Thei castiden me forth, and han cumpassid me now; thei ordeyneden to bowe doun her iyen in to erthe.