Psalms 62
1 To the chief Musician. On Jeduthun. A Psalm of David. Upon God alone doth my soul rest peacefully; from him is my salvation.
To the victorie on Iditum, the salm of Dauid. Whether my soule schal not be suget to God; for myn heelthe is of hym.
2 He only is my rock and my salvation; my high fortress: I shall not be greatly moved.
For whi he is bothe my God, and myn heelthe; my `taker vp, Y schal no more be moued.
3 How long will ye assail a man; will ye [seek], all of you, to break him down as a bowing wall or a tottering fence?
Hou longe fallen ye on a man? alle ye sleen; as to a wal bowid, and a wal of stoon with out morter cast doun.
4 They only consult to thrust [him] down from his excellency; they delight in lies; they bless with their mouth, but in their inward part they curse. (Selah)
Netheles thei thouyten to putte awei my prijs, Y ran in thirst; with her mouth thei blessiden, and in her herte thei cursiden.
5 Upon God alone, O my soul, rest peacefully; for my expectation is from him.
Netheles, my soule, be thou suget to God; for my pacience is of hym.
6 He only is my rock and my salvation; my high fortress: I shall not be moved.
For he is my God, and my saueour; myn helpere, Y schal not passe out.
7 With God is my salvation and my glory; the rock of my strength, my refuge is in God.
Myn helthe, and my glorie is in God; God is the yyuer of myn help, and myn hope is in God.
8 Confide in him at all times, ye people; pour out your heart before him: God is our refuge. (Selah)
Al the gaderyng togidere of the puple, hope ye in God, schede ye out youre hertis bifore hym; God is oure helpere with outen ende.
9 Men of low degree are only vanity; men of high degree, a lie: laid in the balance, they go up together [lighter] than vanity.
Netheles the sones of men ben veyne; the sones of men ben liers in balauncis, that thei disseyue of vanytee in to the same thing.
10 Put not confidence in oppression, and become not vain in robbery; if wealth increase, set not your heart upon it.
Nile ye haue hope in wickidnesse, and nyle ye coueyte raueyns; if ritchessis be plenteuouse, nyle ye sette the herte therto.
11 Once hath God spoken, twice have I heard this, that strength [belongeth] unto God.
God spak onys, Y herde these twei thingis, that power is of God, and, thou Lord, mercy is to thee;
12 And unto thee, O Lord, [belongeth] loving-kindness; for thou renderest to every man according to his work.
for thou schalt yelde to ech man bi hise werkis.
