Psalms 24

¹ Hou long schal Y sette counsels in my soule; sorewe in my herte bi dai? ² Hou long schal myn enemy be reisid on me? ³ My Lord God, biholde thou, and here thou me. Liytne thou myn iyen, lest ony tyme Y slepe in deth; ⁴ lest ony tyme myn enemye seie, Y hadde the maistri ayens hym. Thei, that troblen me, schulen haue ioie, if Y schal be stirid; forsothe Y hopide in thi merci. ⁵ Myn herte schal fulli haue ioie in thin helthe; Y schal synge to the Lord, that yyueth goodis to me, and Y schal seie salm to the name of the hiyeste Lord. ⁷ The title of the threttenthe salm. To the victorie of Dauid. The vnwise man seide in his herte, God is not. Thei ben corrupt, and ben maad abhomynable in her studies; noon is that doith good, noon is til to oon.</span> <span class="verse" data-verse="8"><sup>8</sup> The Lord bihelde fro heuene on the sones of men; that he se, if ony is vndurstondynge, ethir sekynge God.</span> <span class="verse" data-verse="9"><sup>9</sup> Alle bowiden awei, togidere thei ben maad vnprofitable; noon is that doth good, noon is til to oon. The throte of hem is an open sepulcre, thei diden gilefuli with her tungis; the venym of snakis is vndur her lippis. Whos mouth is ful of cursyng and bittirnesse; her feet ben swift to schede out blood. Sorewe and cursidnesse is in the weies of hem, and thei knewen not the weie of pees; the drede of God is not bifor her iyen. ¹⁰ Whether alle men that worchen wickidnesse schulen not knowe; that deuowren my puple, as mete of breed?