Psalms 36

1 To the chief Musician, [A Psalm] of David the servant of the LORD. The transgression of the wicked saith within my heart, [that there is] no fear of God before his eyes.

`To victorie, to Dauid, `the seruaunt of the Lord. The vniust man seide, that he trespasse in hym silf; the drede of God is not bifor hise iyen.

2 For he flattereth himself in his own eyes, until his iniquity be found to be hateful.

For he dide gilefuli in the siyt of God; that his wickidnesse be foundun to hatrede.

3 The words of his mouth [are] iniquity and deceit: he hath left off to be wise, [and] to do good.

The wordis of his mouth ben wickidnesse and gile, he nolde vndirstonde to do wel.

4 He deviseth mischief upon his bed; he setteth himself in a way [that is] not good; he abhorreth not evil.

He thouyte wickidnesse in his bed, he stood nyy al weie not good; forsothe he hatide not malice.

5 Thy mercy, O LORD, [is] in the heavens; [and] thy faithfulness [reacheth] unto the clouds.

Lord, thi merci is in heuene; and thi treuthe is `til to cloudis.

6 Thy righteousness [is] like the great mountains; thy judgments [are] a great deep: O LORD, thou preservest man and beast.

Thi riytfulnesse is as the hillis of God; thi domes ben myche depthe of watris. Lord, thou schalt saue men and beestis;

7 How excellent [is] thy lovingkindness, O God! therefore the children of men put their trust under the shadow of thy wings.

as thou, God, hast multiplied thi merci. But the sones of men; schulen hope in the hilyng of thi wyngis.

8 They shall be abundantly satisfied with the fatness of thy house; and thou shalt make them drink of the river of thy pleasures.

Thei schulen be fillid gretli of the plentee of thin hows; and thou schalt yyue drynke to hem with the steef streem of thi likyng.

9 For with thee [is] the fountain of life: in thy light shall we see light.

For the wel of life is at thee; and in thi liyt we schulen se liyt.

10 O continue thy lovingkindness unto them that know thee; and thy righteousness to the upright in heart.

Lord, sette forth thi mercy to hem, that knowen thee; and thi ryytfulnesse to hem that ben of riytful herte.

11 Let not the foot of pride come against me, and let not the hand of the wicked remove me.

The foot of pryde come not to me; and the hond of the synnere moue me not.

12 There are the workers of iniquity fallen: they are cast down, and shall not be able to rise.

There thei felden doun, that worchen wickidnesse; thei ben cast out, and myyten not stonde.