Psalms 62

1 To the Chief Musician. On Jeduthun—A Melody of David. Surely, towards God, silence [becometh] my soul, From him, is my salvation:

To the victorie on Iditum, the salm of Dauid. Whether my soule schal not be suget to God; for myn heelthe is of hym.

2 Surely, he, is my rock and my salvation, My high tower—I shall not be greatly shaken!

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

3 How long will ye shout at a man? Ye shall be crushed all of you, —Like a wall that bulgeth, —a fence pushed in!

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.

4 Surely, from his elevation, they have taken counsel to thrust him down, They accept falsehood, —With his mouth, they each of them bless, But, inwardly, they revile. (Selah)

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

5 Surely, towards God, be thou silent, my soul, For, from him, is mine expectation:

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

6 Surely, he, is my rock, and my salvation, My high tower—I shall not be shaken!

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

7 Upon God, [depend] my salvation and mine honour, My rock of strength, my refuge, are in God.

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

8 Trust ye in him all ye assembly of the people, Pour out, before him, your heart, God, is a refuge for us. (Selah)

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.

9 Surely, vanity, are men of low degree, Deception, men of high degree, —In the balances, they go up, They, are [made] of vanity, altogether.

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.

10 Do not trust in extortion, Nor, with robbery, become vain, As for wealth, when it beareth fruit, Do not set [thereon your] heart.

Nile ye haue hope in wickidnesse, and nyle ye coueyte raueyns; if ritchessis be plenteuouse, nyle ye sette the herte therto.

11 One thing, hath God spoken, Two things, [there are] which I have heard, That, power, belongeth unto God;

God spak onys, Y herde these twei thingis, that power is of God, and, thou Lord, mercy is to thee;

12 And, thine, O My Lord, is lovingkindness, —For, thou, wilt pay back unto every man—according to his deed.

for thou schalt yelde to ech man bi hise werkis.