Psalms 36

1 “To the chief musician, by the servant of the Lord, by David.” Saith vice itself to the wicked—so I feel it within my heart— that he should have no dread 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 [too much] to find out his iniquity to hate it.

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

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

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

4 He deviseth wickedness upon his couch; he placeth himself on a way that is not good; evil he despiseth not.

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

5 O Lord, into the heavens reacheth thy kindness, thy faithfulness even into the skies.

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

6 Thy righteousness is like the mountains of God; thy acts of justice like the great deep: man and beast dost thou ever help, O Lord.

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

7 How precious is thy kindness, O God! And the children of men that seek shelter 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 These will be abundantly satisfied with the fatness of thy house; and of the stream of thy delights wilt thou give them to drink.

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 source 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 Draw down continuously thy kindness unto those that acknowledge 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 come against me the foot of pride, and let not the hand of the wicked chase me off.

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

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

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