Psalms 52
Psalms chapter 52 from the John Wycliffe Bible (c.1395)
1 I telde thi riytfulnesse in a greet chirche; lo! Y schal not refreine my lippis, Lord, thou wistist. 2 I hidde not thi riytfulnesse in myn herte; Y seide thi treuthe and thin helthe. I hidde not thi mercy and thi treuthe; fro a myche counsel. 3 But thou, Lord, make not fer thi merciful doyngis fro me; thi mercy and treuthe euere token me vp. 4 For whi yuels, of whiche is no noumbre, cumpassiden me; my wickidnessis token me, and y myyte not, that Y schulde se. Tho ben multiplied aboue the heeris of myn heed; and myn herte forsook me. 5 Lord, plese it to thee, that thou delyuere me; Lord, biholde thou to helpe me. 6 Be thei schent, and aschamed togidere; that seken my lijf, to take awei it. Be thei turned abac, and be thei schamed; that wolen yuels to me. 7 Bere thei her confusioun anoon; that seien to me, Wel! wel! `that is, in scorn. 8 Alle men that seken thee, be fulli ioyful, and be glad on thee; and seie thei, that louen thin helthe, The Lord be magnyfied euere. 9 Forsothe Y am a beggere and pore; the Lord is bisi of me. Thou arte myn helpere and my defendere; my God, tarie thou not.
