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 Chief Musician. To Jeduthun. A Psalm by David. My soul rests in God alone. My salvation [yeshuah-ti] 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, my salvation, and my fortress. I will never be greatly shaken.
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 assault a man? Would all of you throw him down, like a leaning wall, like 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 fully intend to throw him down from his lofty place. 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 in silence for God alone, for my expectation 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 [yeshuah-ti], my fortress. I will not be shaken.
7 Myn helthe, and my glorie is in God; God is the yyuer of myn help, and myn hope is in God.
My salvation and my honour is with God. 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, you 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 just a breath, and men of high degree are a lie. In the balances they will go up. They are together 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.
Don’t trust in oppression. Don’t become vain in robbery. If riches increase, don’t set your heart on them.
11 God spak onys, Y herde these twei thingis, that power is of God, and, thou Lord, mercy is to thee;
God has spoken once; twice I have heard this, that power belongs to God.
12 for thou schalt yelde to ech man bi hise werkis.
Also to you, Lord, belongs loving kindness, for you reward every man according to his work.
