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 OVERSEER. FOR JEDUTHUN. A PSALM OF DAVID. Toward God alone [is] my soul silent, My salvation [is] from Him.

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

He alone [is] my rock, and my salvation, My tower, I am not much 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.

Until when do you devise mischief against a man? All of you are destroyed, As a wall inclined, a hedge that is cast down.

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

Only—from his excellence They have consulted to drive away, They enjoy a lie, they bless with their mouth, And revile with their heart. (Selah)

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

For God alone, be silent, O my soul, For my hope [is] from Him.

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

He alone [is] my rock and my salvation, My tower, I am not moved.

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

On God [is] my salvation, and my glory, The rock of my strength, my refuge [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 at all times, O people, Pour forth your heart before Him, God [is] a refuge 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.

Surely vanity the low, a lie the high. In balances to go up They [are] lighter 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.

Do not trust in oppression, And do not become vain in robbery, Do not set the heart [on] wealth when it increases.

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

Once has God spoken, twice I heard this, That “strength [is] with God.”

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

And with You, O Lord, [is] kindness, For You repay to each, According to his work!