Psalms 52

1 To victorie, the salm of Dauid, `whanne Doech Idumei cam, and telde to Saul, and seide to him, Dauid cam in to the hows of Abymelech. What hast thou glorie in malice; which art miyti in wickidnesse?

For the choirmaster. A Maskil of David. After Doeg the Edomite went to Saul and told him, “David has gone to the house of Ahimelech.” Why do you boast of evil, O mighty man? The loving devotion of God endures all day long.

2 Al dai thi tunge thouyte vnriytfulnesse; as a scharp rasour thou hast do gile.

Your tongue devises destruction like a sharpened razor, O worker of deceit.

3 Thou louedist malice more than benygnite; `thou louedist wickidnesse more than to speke equite.

You love evil more than good, falsehood more than speaking truth.

4 Thou louedist alle wordis of casting doun; with a gileful tunge.

You love every word that devours, O deceitful tongue.

5 Therfor God schal distrie thee in to the ende, he schal drawe thee out bi the roote, and he schal make thee to passe awei fro thi tabernacle; and thi roote fro the lond of lyuynge men.

Surely God will bring you down to everlasting ruin; He will snatch you up and tear you away from your tent; He will uproot you from the land of the living.

6 Iust men schulen se, and schulen drede; and thei schulen leiye on hym, and thei schulen seie, Lo!

The righteous will see and fear; they will mock the evildoer, saying,

7 the man that settide not God his helpere. But he hopide in the multitude of his richessis; and hadde maistrie in his vanite.

“Look at the man who did not make God his refuge, but trusted in the abundance of his wealth and strengthened himself by destruction.”

8 Forsothe Y, as a fruytful olyue tre in the hous of God; hopide in the merci of God with outen ende, and in to the world of world.

But I am like an olive tree flourishing in the house of God; I trust in the loving devotion of God forever and ever.

9 Y schal knowleche to thee in to the world, for thou hast do mercy to me; and Y schal abide thi name, for it is good in the siyt of thi seyntis.

I will praise You forever, because You have done it. I will wait on Your name— for it is good— in the presence of Your saints.