1 Forsothe Y am a nedi man, and pore; God, helpe thou me. Thou art myn helper and my delyuerere; Lord, tarye thou not. 3 The seuentithe salm hath no title. Lord, Y hopide in thee, be Y not schent with outen ende; 4 in thi riytwisnesse delyuere thou me, and rauysche me out. Bowe doun thin eere to me; and make me saaf. 5 Be thou to me in to God a defendere; and in to a strengthid place, that thou make me saaf. For thou art my stidefastnesse; and my refuit. 6 My God, delyuere thou me fro the hoond of the synner; and fro the hoond of a man doynge ayens the lawe, and of the wickid man. 7 For thou, Lord, art my pacience; Lord, thou art myn hope fro my yongthe. 8 In thee Y am confermyd fro the wombe; thou art my defendere fro the wombe of my modir. 9 My syngyng is euere in thee; Y am maad as a greet wonder to many men; and thou art a strong helpere. 10 My mouth be fillid with heriyng; that Y synge thi glorie, al dai thi greetnesse. 11 Caste thou not awei me in the tyme of eldnesse; whanne my vertu failith, forsake thou not me. 12 For myn enemyes seiden of me; and thei that kepten my lijf maden counsel togidere. 13 Seiynge, God hath forsake hym; pursue ye, and take hym; for noon is that schal delyuere.