Psalms 36
1 To the Chief Musician. Of the Servant of Yahweh—of David. Declareth the transgression of the lawless one, within my heart, There is, 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 [too much] in his own eyes, to find 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 iniquity and deceit, he hath left off to show discretion by doing well:
The wordis of his mouth ben wickidnesse and gile, he nolde vndirstonde to do wel.
4 Iniquity, deviseth he upon his bed, —he taketh his stand in a way, not good, Wrong, doth he not abhor!
He thouyte wickidnesse in his bed, he stood nyy al weie not good; forsothe he hatide not malice.
5 O Yahweh! in the heavens, is thy lovingkindness, Thy faithfulness, as far as the fleecy clouds:
Lord, thi merci is in heuene; and thi treuthe is `til to cloudis.
6 Thy righteousness, is like mighty mountains, and, thy just decrees, are a great resounding deep, —Man and beast, thou savest, O Yahweh!
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 thy lovingkindness, O God, —Therefore, the sons of men, under the shadow of thy wings, seek refuge:
as thou, God, hast multiplied thi merci. But the sones of men; schulen hope in the hilyng of thi wyngis.
8 They abundantly relish the fatness of thy house, —And out of the full stream of thine own pleasures, thou givest 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 fountain of life, In thy light, we see light.
For the wel of life is at thee; and in thi liyt we schulen se liyt.
10 Prolong thy lovingkindness unto them who 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 reach me, nor, the hand of the lawless, scare me away.
The foot of pryde come not to me; and the hond of the synnere moue me not.
12 There did the workers of iniquity fall, —thrust down and not able to rise!
There thei felden doun, that worchen wickidnesse; thei ben cast out, and myyten not stonde.
