Psalms 55

¹ The title of the oon and fourtithe salm. To victorie, to the sones of Chore. ² As an hert desirith to the wellis of watris; so thou, God, my soule desirith to thee. ³ Mi soule thirstide to God, that is a quik welle; whanne schal Y come, and appere bifor the face of God? ⁴ Mi teeris weren looues to me bi dai and nyyt; while it is seid to me ech dai, Where is thi God? ⁵ I bithouyte of these thingis, and Y schedde out in me my soule; for Y schal passe in to the place of the wondurful tabernacle, til to the hows of God. In the vois of ful out ioiyng and knoulechyng; is the sown of the etere. ⁶ Mi soule, whi art thou sory; and whi disturblist thou me? Hope thou in God, for yit Y schal knouleche to hym; he is the helthe of my cheer, ⁷ and my God. My soule is disturblid at my silf; therfor, God, Y schal be myndeful of thee fro the lond of Jordan, and fro the litil hil Hermonyim. ⁸ Depthe clepith depthe; in the vois of thi wyndows. Alle thin hiye thingis and thi wawis; passiden ouer me. ⁹ The Lord sente his merci in the dai; and his song in the nyyt. ¹⁰ At me is a preier to the God of my lijf; Y schal seie to God, Thou art my takere vp. Whi foryetist thou me; and whi go Y sorewful, while the enemy turmentith me? 11 While my boonys ben brokun togidere; myn enemyes, that troblen me, dispiseden me. While thei seien to me, bi alle daies; Where is thi God? 12 Mi soule, whi art thou sori; and whi disturblist thou me? Hope thou in God, for yit Y schal knouleche to hym; he is the helthe of my cheer, and my God. ¹⁴ The two and fourtithe salm. God, deme thou me, and departe thou my cause fro a folc not hooli; delyuere thou me fro a wickid man, and gileful. 15 For thou art God, my strengthe; whi hast thou put me abac, and whi go Y soreuful, while the enemy turmentith me? 16 Sende out thi liyt, and thi treuthe; tho ledden me forth, and brouyten in to thin hooli hil, and in to thi tabernaclis. 17 And Y schal entre to the auter of God; to God, that gladith my yongthe. God, my God, Y schal knowleche to thee in an harpe; my soule, 18 whi art thou sory, and whi troblist thou me? Hope thou in God, for yit Y schal knouleche to hym; he is the helthe of my cheer, and my God. 21 The title of the thre and fourtithe salm. To victorie, lernyng to the sones of Chore. ²² God, we herden with oure eeris; oure fadris telden to vs. The werk, which thou wrouytist in the daies of hem; and in elde daies. ²³ Thin hond lost hethene men, and thou plauntidist hem; thou turmentidist puplis, and castidist hem out.