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.

Unto the end. For Jeduthun. A Psalm of David. Will my soul not be subject to God? For from him is my salvation.

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

Yes, he himself is my God and my salvation. He is my supporter; I will be moved no more.

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 is it that you rush against a man? Every one of you puts to death, as if you were pulling down a ruined wall, leaning over and falling apart.

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

So, truly, they intended to reject my price. I ran in thirst. They blessed with their mouth and cursed with their heart.

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

Yet, truly, my soul will be subject to God. For from him is my patience.

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

For he is my God and my Savior. He is my helper; I will not be expelled.

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. He is the God of my help, and my hope 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.

All peoples gathered together: trust in him. Pour out your hearts in his sight. God is our helper for eternity.

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.

So, truly, the sons of men are untrustworthy. The sons of men are liars in the scales, so that, by emptiness, they may deceive among themselves.

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

Do not trust in iniquity, and do not desire plunder. If riches flow toward you, do not be willing to 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. I have heard two things: that power belongs to God,

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

and that mercy belongs to you, O Lord. For you will repay each one according to his works.