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, to Jeduthun, A Psalm of David. Truly my soul waiteth upon God: 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.

He only is my rock and my salvation; he is my defence; 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 imagine mischief against a man? ye shall be slain all of you: as a bowing wall shall ye be, and as 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.

They only consult to cast him down from his excellency: they delight in lies: they bless with their mouth, but they curse inwardly. (Selah)

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

My soul, wait thou only upon God; for my expectation is from him.

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

He only 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.

In God is my salvation and my glory: the rock of my strength, and 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; ye people, pour out 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 men of low degree are vanity, and men of high degree are a lie: to be laid in the balance, they are altogether lighter than 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 oppression, and become not vain in robbery: if riches increase, 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; twice have I heard this; that power belongeth to God.

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

Also to thee, O Lord, belongeth mercy: for thou renderest to every man according to his work.