Psalms 36
1 `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.
For the choirmaster. A Psalm of David, the servant of the LORD. An oracle is in my heart regarding the transgression of the wicked man: There is no fear of God before his eyes.
2 For he dide gilefuli in the siyt of God; that his wickidnesse be foundun to hatrede.
For his eyes are too full of conceit to detect or hate his own sin.
3 The wordis of his mouth ben wickidnesse and gile, he nolde vndirstonde to do wel.
The words of his mouth are wicked and deceitful; he has ceased to be wise and well-doing.
4 He thouyte wickidnesse in his bed, he stood nyy al weie not good; forsothe he hatide not malice.
Even on his bed he plots wickedness; he sets himself on a path that is not good; he fails to reject evil.
5 Lord, thi merci is in heuene; and thi treuthe is `til to cloudis.
Your loving devotion, O LORD, reaches to the heavens, Your faithfulness to the clouds.
6 Thi riytfulnesse is as the hillis of God; thi domes ben myche depthe of watris. Lord, thou schalt saue men and beestis;
Your righteousness is like the highest mountains; Your judgments are like the deepest sea. O LORD, You preserve man and beast.
7 as thou, God, hast multiplied thi merci. But the sones of men; schulen hope in the hilyng of thi wyngis.
How precious is Your loving devotion, O God, that the children of men take refuge in the shadow of Your wings!
8 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.
They feast on the abundance of Your house, and You give them drink from Your river of delights.
9 For the wel of life is at thee; and in thi liyt we schulen se liyt.
For with You is the fountain of life; in Your light we see light.
10 Lord, sette forth thi mercy to hem, that knowen thee; and thi ryytfulnesse to hem that ben of riytful herte.
Extend Your loving devotion to those who know You, and Your righteousness to the upright in heart.
11 The foot of pryde come not to me; and the hond of the synnere moue me not.
Let not the foot of the proud come against me, nor the hand of the wicked drive me away.
12 There thei felden doun, that worchen wickidnesse; thei ben cast out, and myyten not stonde.
There the evildoers lie fallen, thrown down and unable to rise.
