Psalms 36

1 `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.

“For the leader of the music. A psalm of David, the servant of the Lord.” To speak of the ungodliness of the wicked is in my heart. He hath no fear of God before his eyes.

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

For he flattereth himself in his own eyes, Till his iniquity is found out and hated.

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

The words of his mouth are iniquity and deceit; He neglecteth to be wise and to do good.

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

He deviseth mischief upon his bed; He persevereth in an evil way; He abhorreth not sin.

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

Thy goodness, O LORD! reacheth to the heavens, And thy faithfulness to the clouds;

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

Thy righteousness is like the high mountains; Thy judgments are a great deep; Thou, O LORD! preservest man and beast!

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

How precious is thy loving-kindness, O God! Yea, the sons of men seek refuge under the shadow of thy wings.

8 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.

They are satisfied with the abundance of thy house, And thou causest them to drink of the full stream of thy pleasures.

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

For with thee is the fountain of life; Through thy light we see light.

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

O continue thy loving-kindness to them that know thee, And thy favor to the upright in heart!

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

Let not the foot of the proud come upon me, Nor the hand of the wicked remove me!

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

Lo! already are the workers of iniquity fallen; They are cast down; they are unable to rise!