Psalms 10
1 Wherefore, O Lord, standest thou afar off? hidest thyself in times of distress?
Lord, whi hast thou go fer awei? thou dispisist `in couenable tymes in tribulacioun.
2 In the pride of the wicked doth he hotly pursue the poor: they are seized through the plans that those have devised.
While the wickid is proud, the pore man is brent; thei ben taken in the counsels, bi whiche thei thenken.
3 For the wicked boasteth of the longing of his soul, and the robber blesseth himself when he hath despised the Lord.
Forwhi the synnere is preisid in the desiris of his soule; and the wickid is blessid.
4 The wicked, according to the pride of his wrathfulness, [saith, ] He will not require, There is no God [in] all his plans.
The synnere `wraththide the Lord; vp the multitude of his ire he schal not seke.
5 Prosperous are his ways at all times; far in the height [remain] thy punishments away from him: all his assailants—he puffeth at them.
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 not be moved; I shall be for many generations, and without adversity.
For he seide in his herte, Y schal not be moued, fro generacioun in to generacioun without yuel.
7 Of the false oaths is his mouth full, and deceit and fraud: under his tongue is mischief and wickedness.
`Whos mouth is ful of cursyng, and of bitternesse, and of gyle; trauel and sorewe is vndur his tunge.
8 He sitteth in the lurking-places of the villages; in the secret places doth he murder the innocent: his eyes search for the unfortunate.
He sittith in aspies with ryche men in priuytees; to sle the innocent man.
9 He lieth in wait in a secret place like a lion in his den; he lieth in wait to snatch up the poor: he snatcheth up the poor, as they 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, he bendeth himself, and the unfortunate fall through 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 saith in his heart, God hath forgotten; he hath hidden his face; he will never see it.
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; O God, lift up thy hand: forget not the afflicted.
Lord God, rise thou vp, and thin hond be enhaunsid; foryete thou not pore men.
13 For what doth the wicked despise God? [why] doth he say in his heart, Thou wilt not require it?
For what thing terride the wickid man God to wraththe? for he seide in his herte, God schal not seke.
14 Thou hast seen it: for thou beholdest mischief and despiteful acts, to requite it with thy hand: unto thee the unfortunate committeth himself; unto the fatherless hast thou [ever] been a helper.
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 Break thou the arm of the wicked; and of the bad man—thou wilt inquire for his wickedness [till] thou find 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 ever and ever: nations are perished out 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 The longing of the afflicted dost thou hear, O Lord! thou wilt strengthen their heart, thou wilt cause thy ear to listen:
The Lord hath herd the desir of pore men; thin eere hath herd the makyng redi of her herte.
18 To judge the fatherless and the oppressed, that not farther more shall be arrogant the mortal from the earth.
To deme for the modirles `and meke; that a man `leie to no more to `magnyfie hym silf on erthe.
