Psalms 62

1 TO THE OVERSEER. FOR JEDUTHUN. A PSALM OF DAVID. Toward God alone [is] my soul silent, My salvation [is] from Him.

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 He alone [is] my rock, and my salvation, My tower, I am not much moved.

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

3 Until when do you devise mischief against a man? All of you are destroyed, As a wall inclined, a hedge that is cast down.

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 Only—from his excellence They have consulted to drive away, They enjoy a lie, they bless with their mouth, And revile with their heart. (Selah)

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

5 For God alone, be silent, O my soul, For my hope [is] from Him.

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

6 He alone [is] my rock and my salvation, My tower, I am not moved.

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

7 On God [is] my salvation, and my glory, The rock of my strength, my refuge [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 Trust in Him at all times, O people, Pour forth your heart before Him, God [is] a refuge for us. (Selah)

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 Surely vanity the low, a lie the high. In balances to go up They [are] lighter than a breath.

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 Do not trust in oppression, And do not become vain in robbery, Do not set the heart [on] wealth when it increases.

Nile ye haue hope in wickidnesse, and nyle ye coueyte raueyns; if ritchessis be plenteuouse, nyle ye sette the herte therto.

11 Once has God spoken, twice I heard this, That “strength [is] with God.”

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

12 And with You, O Lord, [is] kindness, For You repay to each, According to his work!

for thou schalt yelde to ech man bi hise werkis.