1 Lord, hou longe synneris; hou longe schulen synneris haue glorie? 2 Thei schulen telle out, and schulen speke wickidnesse; alle men schulen speke that worchen vnriytfulnesse. 3 Lord, thei han maad lowe thi puple; and thei han disesid thin eritage. 4 Thei killiden a widowe and a comelyng; and thei han slayn fadirles children and modirles. 5 And thei seiden, The Lord schal not se; and God of Jacob schal not vndurstonde. 6 Ye vnwise men in the puple, vndirstonde; and, ye foolis, lerne sum tyme. 7 Schal not he here, that plauntide the eere; ethere biholdith not he, that made the iye? 8 Schal not he repreue, that chastisith folkis; which techith man kunnyng? 9 The Lord knowith the thouytis of men; that tho ben veyne. 10 Blessid is the man, whom thou, Lord, hast lerned; and hast tauyt him of thi lawe. 11 That thou aswage hym fro yuele daies; til a diche be diggid to the synner. 12 For the Lord schal not putte awei his puple; and he schal not forsake his eritage. 13 Til riytfulnesse be turned in to dom; and who ben niy it, alle that ben of riytful herte. 14 Who schal rise with me ayens mysdoeris; ether who schal stonde with me ayens hem that worchen wickidnesse? 15 No but for the Lord helpide me; almest my soule hadde dwellid in helle. 16 If Y seide, My foot was stirid; Lord, thi merci helpide me. 17 Aftir the multitude of my sorewis in myn herte; thi coumfortis maden glad my soule. 18 Whether the seete of wickidnesse cleueth to thee; that makist trauel in comaundement? 19 Thei schulen take ayens the soule of a iust man; and thei schulen condempne innocent blood. 20 And the Lord was maad to me in to refuyt; and my God was maad in to the help of myn hope. 21 And he schal yelde to hem the wickidnesse of hem; and in the malice of hem he schal lese hem, oure Lord God schal lese hem. 23 The foure and nyntithe salm. Come ye, make we ful out ioie to the Lord; hertli synge we to God, oure heelthe. 24 Bifore ocupie we his face in knowleching; and hertli synge we to him in salmes. 25 For God is a greet Lord, and a greet king aboue alle goddis; for the Lord schal not putte awei his puple. 26 For alle the endis of erthe ben in his hond; and the hiynesses of hillis ben hise. 27 For the see is his, and he made it; and hise hondis formeden the drie lond. 28 Come ye, herie we, and falle we doun bifore God, wepe we bifore the Lord that made vs; 29 for he is oure Lord God. And we ben the puple of his lesewe; and the scheep of his hond. 30 If ye han herd his vois to dai; nyle ye make hard youre hertis. 31 As in the terryng to wraththe; bi the dai of temptacioun in desert. Where youre fadris temptiden me; thei preueden and sien my werkis. 32 Fourti yeer I was offendid to this generacioun; and Y seide, Euere thei erren in herte. 33 And these men knewen not my weies; to whiche Y swoor in myn ire, thei schulen not entre in to my reste. 35 The fyue and nyntithe salm hath no title. Singe ye a newe song to the Lord; al erthe, synge ye to the Lord. 36 Synge ye to the Lord, and blesse ye his name; telle ye his heelthe fro dai in to dai. 37 Telle ye his glorie among hethene men; hise merueilis among alle puplis. 38 For the Lord is greet, and worthi to be preisid ful myche; he is ferdful aboue alle goddis. 39 For alle the goddis of hethene men ben feendis; but the Lord made heuenes. 40 Knouleching and fairnesse is in his siyt; hoolynesse and worthi doyng is in his halewing. 41 Ye cuntrees of hethene men, brynge to the Lord, bringe ye glorye and onour to the Lord; 42 bringe ye to the Lord glorie to hys name. Take ye sacrificis, and entre ye in to the hallis of hym; 43 herie ye the Lord in his hooli halle. Al erthe be moued of his face; 44 seie ye among hethene men, that the Lord hath regned. And he hath amendid the world, that schal not be moued; he schal deme puplis in equite. 45 Heuenes be glad, and the erthe make ful out ioye, the see and the fulnesse therof be moued togidere; feeldis schulen make ioye, 46 and alle thingis that ben in tho. Thanne alle the trees of wodis schulen make ful out ioye, for the face of the Lord, for he cometh; 47 for he cometh to deme the erthe. He schal deme the world in equite; and puplis in his treuthe.