Psalms 22

¹ Lord, whi hast thou go fer awei? thou dispisist in couenable tymes in tribulacioun. 2 While the wickid is proud, the pore man is brent; thei ben taken in the counsels, bi whiche thei thenken. 3 Forwhi the synnere is preisid in the desiris of his soule; and the wickid is blessid. 4 The synnere wraththide the Lord; vp the multitude of his ire he schal not seke. ⁵ God is not in his siyt; hise weies ben defoulid in al tyme. God, thi domes ben takun awei fro his face; he schal be lord of alle hise enemyes. ⁶ For he seide in his herte, Y schal not be moued, fro generacioun in to generacioun without yuel. ⁷ Whos mouth is ful of cursyng, and of bitternesse, and of gyle; trauel and sorewe is vndur his tunge. 8 He sittith in aspies with ryche men in priuytees; to sle the innocent man. 9 Hise iyen biholden on a pore man; he settith aspies in hid place, as a lioun in his denne. He settith aspies, for to rauysche a pore man; for to rauysche a pore man, while he drawith the pore man. 10 In his snare he schal make meke the pore man; he schal bowe hym silf, and schal falle doun, whanne he hath be lord of pore men. 11 For he seide in his herte, God hath foryete; he hath turned awei his face, that he se not in to the ende. 12 Lord God, rise thou vp, and thin hond be enhaunsid; foryete thou not pore men. 13 For what thing terride the wickid man God to wraththe? for he seide in his herte, God schal not seke. 14 Thou seest, for thou biholdist trauel and sorewe; that thou take hem in to thin hondis. The pore man is left to thee; thou schalt be an helpere to the fadirles and modirles. 15 Al to-breke thou the arme of the synnere, and yuel willid; his synne schal be souyt, and it schal not be foundun. 16 The Lord schal regne with outen ende, and in to the world of world; folkis, ye schulen perische fro the lond of hym. 17 The Lord hath herd the desir of pore men; thin eere hath herd the makyng redi of her herte. 18 To deme for the modirles and meke; that a man leie to no more to magnyfie hym silf on erthe. ²⁰ The title of the tenthe salm. To the victorie of Dauid. ²¹ I triste in the Lord; hou seien ye to my soule, Passe thou ouere in to an hil, as a sparowe doith? ²² For lo! synneris han bent a bouwe; thei han maad redi her arowis in an arowe caas; for to schete in derknesse riytful men in herte. 23 For thei han distryed, whom thou hast maad perfit; but what dide the riytful man? 24 The Lord is in his hooli temple; he is Lord, his seete is in heuene. Hise iyen biholden on a pore man; hise iyelidis axen the sones of men. 25 The Lord axith a iust man, and vnfeithful man; but he, that loueth wickidnesse, hatith his soule. 26 He schal reyne snaris on synful men; fier, brymston, and the spirit of tempestis ben the part of the cuppe of hem. ²⁷ For the Lord is riytful, and louede riytfulnessis; his cheer siy equite, `ethir euennesse. ²⁹ The title of the eleuenthe salm. To the victorie on the eiyte, the song of Dauid. ³⁰ Lord, make thou me saaf, for the hooli failide; for treuthis ben maad litle fro the sones of men. ³¹ Thei spaken veyn thingis, ech man to hys neiybore; thei han gileful lippis, thei spaken in herte and herte.