[1]The seuentithe salm hath no title. Lord, Y hopide in thee, be Y not schent with outen ende;[2]in thi riytwisnesse delyuere thou me, and rauysche me out. Bowe doun thin eere to me; and make me saaf.[3]Be thou to me in to God a defendere; and in to a strengthid place, that thou make me saaf. For thou art my stidefastnesse; and my refuit.[4]My God, delyuere thou me fro the hoond of the synner; and fro the hoond of a man doynge ayens the lawe, and of the wickid man.[5]For thou, Lord, art my pacience; Lord, thou art myn hope fro my yongthe.