Psalms 52
1 For the choirmaster. A Maskil of David. After Doeg the Edomite went to Saul and told him, “David has gone to the house of Ahimelech.” Why do you boast of evil, O mighty man? The loving devotion of God endures all day long.
To victorie, the salm of Dauid, `whanne Doech Idumei cam, and telde to Saul, and seide to him, Dauid cam in to the hows of Abymelech. What hast thou glorie in malice; which art miyti in wickidnesse?
2 Your tongue devises destruction like a sharpened razor, O worker of deceit.
Al dai thi tunge thouyte vnriytfulnesse; as a scharp rasour thou hast do gile.
3 You love evil more than good, falsehood more than speaking truth.
Thou louedist malice more than benygnite; `thou louedist wickidnesse more than to speke equite.
4 You love every word that devours, O deceitful tongue.
Thou louedist alle wordis of casting doun; with a gileful tunge.
5 Surely God will bring you down to everlasting ruin; He will snatch you up and tear you away from your tent; He will uproot you from the land of the living.
Therfor God schal distrie thee in to the ende, he schal drawe thee out bi the roote, and he schal make thee to passe awei fro thi tabernacle; and thi roote fro the lond of lyuynge men.
6 The righteous will see and fear; they will mock the evildoer, saying,
Iust men schulen se, and schulen drede; and thei schulen leiye on hym, and thei schulen seie, Lo!
7 “Look at the man who did not make God his refuge, but trusted in the abundance of his wealth and strengthened himself by destruction.”
the man that settide not God his helpere. But he hopide in the multitude of his richessis; and hadde maistrie in his vanite.
8 But I am like an olive tree flourishing in the house of God; I trust in the loving devotion of God forever and ever.
Forsothe Y, as a fruytful olyue tre in the hous of God; hopide in the merci of God with outen ende, and in to the world of world.
9 I will praise You forever, because You have done it. I will wait on Your name— for it is good— in the presence of Your saints.
Y schal knowleche to thee in to the world, for thou hast do mercy to me; and Y schal abide thi name, for it is good in the siyt of thi seyntis.
