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 leader. On jeduthun. A psalm of David. I wait alone in silence for God; From him comes my help.

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

Yes, he is my rock, my help, my retreat, I shall not be shaken too sorely.

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, all of you, batter a man, as one might a leaning wall?

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

From his height they are planning to topple him. They take pleasure in falsehood; they bless with their mouth, but inwardly they curse. (Selah)

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

I wait alone in silence for God; for from him comes my hope.

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

Yes, he is my rock, my help, my retreat, I shall not be shaken too sorely.

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

On God rests my honour and safety, in God is my strong rock, my refuge.

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 you people assembled, pour out your heart in his presence; 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.

The lowly are nought but a breath, the lofty are but an illusion: in the balances up they go, they are lighter than breath altogether.

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 gain of extortion, set no vain hopes in robbery. As for wealth, if it bears fruit, 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;

One thing God has uttered, two things there are which I heard that power belongs to God,

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

and to you, too, O Lord, belongs kindness; for you requite each person according to what they have done.