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.

Unto the end, for Idithun, a psalm of David. Shall not my soul be subject to God? for from 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: he is my protector, I shall be moved no more.

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 do you rush in upon a man? you all kill, as if you were thrusting down a leaning wall, and a tottering fence.

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

But they have thought to cast away my price; I ran in thirst: they blessed with their mouth, but cursed with their heart.

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

But be thou, O my soul, subject to God: for from him is my patience.

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

For he is my God and my saviour: he is 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.

Trust in him, all ye congregation of people: pour out your hearts before him. God is our helper for ever.

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 vain are the sons of men, the sons of men are liars in the balances: that by vanity they may together deceive.

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 iniquity, and cover not robberies: if riches abound, set not your heart upon them.

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

God hath spoken once, these two things have I heard, that power belongeth to God,

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

And mercy to thee, O Lord; for thou wilt render to every man according to his works.