1`The title of the fyue and thrittithe salm. `To victorie, to Dauid, `the seruaunt of the Lord.
2The vniust man seide, that he trespasse in hym silf; the drede of God is not bifor hise iyen.
3For he dide gilefuli in the siyt of God; that his wickidnesse be foundun to hatrede.
4The wordis of his mouth ben wickidnesse and gile, he nolde vndirstonde to do wel.
5He thouyte wickidnesse in his bed, he stood nyy al weie not good; forsothe he hatide not malice.
6Lord, thi merci is in heuene; and thi treuthe is `til to cloudis.
7Thi riytfulnesse is as the hillis of God; thi domes ben myche depthe of watris. Lord, thou schalt saue men and beestis;
8as thou, God, hast multiplied thi merci. But the sones of men; schulen hope in the hilyng of thi wyngis.
9Thei schulen be fillid gretli of the plentee of thin hows; and thou schalt yyue drynke to hem with the steef streem of thi likyng.
10For the wel of life is at thee; and in thi liyt we schulen se liyt.
11Lord, sette forth thi mercy to hem, that knowen thee; and thi ryytfulnesse to hem that ben of riytful herte.
12The foot of pryde come not to me; and the hond of the synnere moue me not.
13There thei felden doun, that worchen wickidnesse; thei ben cast out, and myyten not stonde.