Psalms 36

1 To the Overseer. — By a servant of Jehovah, by David. The transgression of the wicked Is affirming within my heart, 'Fear of God is not before his eyes,

`To victorie, to Dauid, `the seruaunt of the Lord. The vniust man seide, that he trespasse in hym silf; the drede of God is not bifor hise iyen.

2 For he made [it] smooth to himself in his eyes, To find his iniquity to be hated.

For he dide gilefuli in the siyt of God; that his wickidnesse be foundun to hatrede.

3 The words of his mouth [are] iniquity and deceit, He ceased to act prudently — to do good.

The wordis of his mouth ben wickidnesse and gile, he nolde vndirstonde to do wel.

4 Iniquity he deviseth on his bed, He stationeth himself on a way not good, Evil he doth not refuse.'

He thouyte wickidnesse in his bed, he stood nyy al weie not good; forsothe he hatide not malice.

5 O Jehovah, in the heavens [is] Thy kindness, Thy faithfulness [is] unto the clouds.

Lord, thi merci is in heuene; and thi treuthe is `til to cloudis.

6 Thy righteousness [is] as mountains of God, Thy judgments [are] a great deep. Man and beast Thou savest, O Jehovah.

Thi riytfulnesse is as the hillis of God; thi domes ben myche depthe of watris. Lord, thou schalt saue men and beestis;

7 How precious [is] Thy kindness, O God, And the sons of men In the shadow of Thy wings do trust.

as thou, God, hast multiplied thi merci. But the sones of men; schulen hope in the hilyng of thi wyngis.

8 They are filled from the fatness of Thy house, And the stream of Thy delights Thou dost cause them to drink.

Thei schulen be fillid gretli of the plentee of thin hows; and thou schalt yyue drynke to hem with the steef streem of thi likyng.

9 For with Thee [is] a fountain of life, In Thy light we see light.

For the wel of life is at thee; and in thi liyt we schulen se liyt.

10 Draw out Thy kindness to those knowing Thee, And Thy righteousness to the upright of heart.

Lord, sette forth thi mercy to hem, that knowen thee; and thi ryytfulnesse to hem that ben of riytful herte.

11 Let not a foot of pride meet me, And a hand of the wicked let not move me.

The foot of pryde come not to me; and the hond of the synnere moue me not.

12 There have workers of iniquity fallen, They have been overthrown, And have not been able to arise!

There thei felden doun, that worchen wickidnesse; thei ben cast out, and myyten not stonde.