Psalms 62
1 For Jeduthun, the music director. A psalm of David. Only in God do I find peace; my salvation comes from him.
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 is the one who protects me and saves me; he keeps me safe so I will never be in danger.
For whi he is bothe my God, and myn heelthe; my `taker vp, Y schal no more be moued.
3 How long are you going to attack me? All of you against one man! To you I'm just a broken wall, a collapsed 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 plan to throw me down from my high position; they love to tell lies. They say nice things to me, but inside they're cursing me. (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 Only in God do I find peace; my hope comes from him.
Netheles, my soule, be thou suget to God; for my pacience is of hym.
6 He is the one who protects me and saves me; he keeps me safe so I will not be in danger.
For he is my God, and my saueour; myn helpere, Y schal not passe out.
7 My salvation and my success come from God alone; God is my security and my protection.
Myn helthe, and my glorie is in God; God is the yyuer of myn help, and myn hope is in God.
8 My people, always trust in him. Pour out all your thoughts to him, for he is the one who looks after us. (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 Ordinary people are mere breaths, while leaders are just fakes. Put them all together and weigh them on scales and they wouldn't weigh more than air!
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 Don't trust in money made by extortion or robbery. Don't be proud of your wealth even if you are successful—don't make money what you live for.
Nile ye haue hope in wickidnesse, and nyle ye coueyte raueyns; if ritchessis be plenteuouse, nyle ye sette the herte therto.
11 God has already made it clear—I have heard it many times—power belongs to you, God.
God spak onys, Y herde these twei thingis, that power is of God, and, thou Lord, mercy is to thee;
12 You show us trustworthy love. You give back to people in return for what they've done.
for thou schalt yelde to ech man bi hise werkis.
