Psalms 62

1 For the end, a Psalm of David for Idithun. Shall not my soul be subjected to God? for of 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 For he is my God, and my savior; my helper, I shall not be moved very much.

For whi he is bothe my God, and myn heelthe; my `taker vp, Y schal no more be moued.

3 How long will you assault a man? you are all slaughtering as with a bowed wall and a broken hedge.

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 took counsel to set at nothing mine honor: I ran in thirst: with their mouth they blessed, but with their heart they cursed. (Pause)

Netheles thei thouyten to putte awei my prijs, Y ran in thirst; with her mouth thei blessiden, and in her herte thei cursiden.

5 Nevertheless do you, my soul, be subjected to God; for of him [is] my patient hope.

Netheles, my soule, be thou suget to God; for my pacience is of hym.

6 For he [is] my God and my Saviour; my helper, I shall not be moved.

For he is my God, and my saueour; myn helpere, Y schal not passe out.

7 In God [is] my salvation and my glory: [he is] the God of my help, and my hope 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 Hope in him, all you congregation of the people; pour out your hearts before him, for God is our helper. (Pause)

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 But the sons of men are vain; the sons of men are false, so as to be deceitful in the balances; they are all alike [formed] out of 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 Trust not in unrighteousness, and lust not after robberies: if wealth should flow in, 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 God has spoken once, [and] I have heard these two things, that power is of God;

God spak onys, Y herde these twei thingis, that power is of God, and, thou Lord, mercy is to thee;

12 and mercy is your, O Lord; for you will recompense every one according to his works.

for thou schalt yelde to ech man bi hise werkis.