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 musician, upon Jeduthun, a psalm of David.” Only in God my soul trusted in silence: from him cometh my salvation.
2 For whi he is bothe my God, and myn heelthe; my `taker vp, Y schal no more be moued.
Only he is my rock and my salvation; [he is] my defense: I shall 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 ye devise mischief against a man? will ye all assault him murderously, as though he were a falling wall, 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.
Yea, from his height do they take counsel to cast [him] down; they delight in lies: with their mouth do they bless, but inwardly do they curse. (Selah)
5 Netheles, my soule, be thou suget to God; for my pacience is of hym.
Yea, in God hope in silence, my soul; for from him is my expectation.
6 For he is my God, and my saueour; myn helpere, Y schal not passe out.
Only he is my rock and my salvation; [he is] my defence: 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.
With God are my salvation and my glory: the rock of my strength [and] my protection are 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 at all times, O ye people; pour out before him your heart: God is a protection for us. (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.
Verily nought are the sons of common men, a lie the sons of the great; they must rise in the balance; they are altogether [lighter] than nought.
10 Nile ye haue hope in wickidnesse, and nyle ye coueyte raueyns; if ritchessis be plenteuouse, nyle ye sette the herte therto.
Do not put your trust in defrauding, and be not rendered vain through robbery: if riches flourish, 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;
Once hath God spoken; [yea, ] twice [what] I have heard: that strength belongeth unto God.
12 for thou schalt yelde to ech man bi hise werkis.
And unto thee, O Lord, belongeth kindness; for thou wilt recompense every man according to his works.
