Psalms 10
1 Why standest thou farre off, O Lord, and hidest thee in due time, euen in affliction?
Lord, whi hast thou go fer awei? thou dispisist `in couenable tymes in tribulacioun.
2 The wicked with pride doeth persecute the poore: let them be taken in the craftes that they haue imagined.
While the wickid is proud, the pore man is brent; thei ben taken in the counsels, bi whiche thei thenken.
3 For the wicked hath made boast of his owne heartes desire, and the couetous blesseth himselfe: he contemneth the Lord.
Forwhi the synnere is preisid in the desiris of his soule; and the wickid is blessid.
4 The wicked is so proude that hee seeketh not for God: hee thinketh alwayes, There is no God.
The synnere `wraththide the Lord; vp the multitude of his ire he schal not seke.
5 His wayes alway prosper: thy iudgements are hie aboue his sight: therefore defieth he all his enemies.
God is not in his siyt; hise weies ben defoulid in al tyme. God, thi domes ben takun awei fro his face; he schal be lord of alle hise enemyes.
6 He saith in his heart, I shall neuer be moued, nor be in danger.
For he seide in his herte, Y schal not be moued, fro generacioun in to generacioun without yuel.
7 His mouth is full of cursing and deceite and fraude: vnder his tongue is mischiefe and iniquitie.
`Whos mouth is ful of cursyng, and of bitternesse, and of gyle; trauel and sorewe is vndur his tunge.
8 He lieth in waite in the villages: in the secret places doeth hee murder the innocent: his eyes are bent against the poore.
He sittith in aspies with ryche men in priuytees; to sle the innocent man.
9 He lyeth in waite secretly, euen as a lyon in his denne: he lyeth in waite to spoyle the poore: he doeth spoyle the poore, when he draweth him into his net.
Hise iyen biholden on a pore man; he settith aspies in hid place, as a lioun in his denne. He settith aspies, for to rauysche a pore man; for to rauysche a pore man, while he drawith the pore man.
10 He croucheth and boweth: therefore heaps of the poore doe fall by his might.
In his snare he schal make meke the pore man; he schal bowe hym silf, and schal falle doun, whanne he hath be lord of pore men.
11 He hath said in his heart, God hath forgotten, he hideth away his face, and will neuer see.
For he seide in his herte, God hath foryete; he hath turned awei his face, that he se not in to the ende.
12 Arise, O Lord God: lift vp thine hande: forget not the poore.
Lord God, rise thou vp, and thin hond be enhaunsid; foryete thou not pore men.
13 Wherefore doeth the wicked contemne God? he saith in his heart, Thou wilt not regard.
For what thing terride the wickid man God to wraththe? for he seide in his herte, God schal not seke.
14 Yet thou hast seene it: for thou beholdest mischiefe and wrong, that thou mayest take it into thine handes: the poore committeth himselfe vnto thee: for thou art the helper of the fatherlesse.
Thou seest, for thou biholdist trauel and sorewe; that thou take hem in to thin hondis. The pore man is left to thee; thou schalt be an helpere to the fadirles and modirles.
15 Breake thou the arme of the wicked and malicious: searche his wickednes, and thou shalt finde none.
Al to-breke thou the arme of the synnere, and yuel willid; his synne schal be souyt, and it schal not be foundun.
16 The Lord is King for euer and euer: the heathen are destroyed foorth of his land.
The Lord schal regne with outen ende, and in to the world of world; folkis, ye schulen perische fro the lond of hym.
17 Lord, thou hast heard the desire of the poore: thou preparest their heart: thou bendest thine eare to them,
The Lord hath herd the desir of pore men; thin eere hath herd the makyng redi of her herte.
18 To iudge the fatherlesse and poore, that earthly man cause to feare no more.
To deme for the modirles `and meke; that a man `leie to no more to `magnyfie hym silf on erthe.
