Psalms 62

1 To the victorie on Iditum, the salm of Dauid. Whether my soule schal not be suget to God; for myn heelthe is of hym.

To the chief music-maker. After Jeduthun. A Psalm. Of David. My soul, put all your faith in God; for from him comes my salvation.

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

He only is my Rock and my salvation; he is my high tower; I will not be greatly moved.

3 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.

How long will you go on designing evil against a man? running against him as against a broken wall, which is on the point of falling?

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

Their only thought is to put him down from his place of honour; their delight is in deceit: blessing is in their mouths but cursing in their hearts. (Selah)

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

My soul, put all your faith in God; for from him comes my hope.

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

He only is my Rock and my salvation; he is my high tower; I will not be greatly moved.

7 Myn helthe, and my glorie is in God; God is the yyuer of myn help, and myn hope is in God.

In God is my salvation, and my glory; the Rock of my strength, and my safe place.

8 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.

Have faith in him at all times, you people; let your hearts go flowing out before him: God is our safe place. (Selah)

9 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.

Truly men of low birth are nothing, and men of high position are not what they seem; if they are put in the scales together they are less than a breath.

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

Have no faith in the rewards of evil-doing, or in profits wrongly made: if your wealth is increased, do not put your hopes on it.

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

Once has God said, twice has it come to my ears, that power is God's:

12 for thou schalt yelde to ech man bi hise werkis.

And mercy, O Lord, is yours, for you give to every man the reward of his work.