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.

For the end, a Psalm of David for Idithun. Shall not my soul be subjected to God? for of him is my salvation.

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

For he is my God, and my saviour; my helper, I shall not be moved very much.

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 ye assault a man? ye are all slaughtering as with a bowed wall and a broken hedge.

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

They only took counsel to set at nought mine honour: I ran in thirst: with their mouth they blessed, but with their heart they cursed. (Pause)

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

Nevertheless do thou, my soul, be subjected to God; for of him [is] my patient hope.

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

For he [is] my God and my Saviour; my helper, I shall not be 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: [he is] the God of my help, and my hope is in God.

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.

Hope in him, all ye congregation of the people; pour out your hearts before him, for God is our helper. (Pause)

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.

But the sons of men are vain; the sons of men are false, so as to be deceitful in the balances; they are all alike [formed] out of vanity.

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

Trust not in unrighteousness, and lust not after robberies: if wealth should flow in, set not your heart upon it.

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

God has spoken once, [and] I have heard these two things, that power is of God;

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

and mercy is thine, O Lord; for thou wilt recompense every one according to his works.