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[1] The title of the sixtenthe salm. The preier of Dauid. Lord, here thou my riytfulnesse; biholde thou my preier. Perseuye thou with eeris my preier; not maad in gileful lippis.
[2] Mi doom come `forth of thi cheer; thin iyen se equite.
[3] Thou hast preued myn herte, and hast visitid in niyt; thou hast examynyd me bi fier, and wickidnesse is not foundun in me.
[4] That my mouth speke not the werkis of men; for the wordis of thi lippis Y haue kept harde weies.
[5] Make thou perfit my goyngis in thi pathis; that my steppis be not moued.
[6] I criede, for thou, God, herdist me; bowe doun thin eere to me, and here thou my wordis.
[7] Make wondurful thi mercies; that makist saaf `men hopynge in thee.
[8] Kepe thou me as the appil of the iye; fro `men ayenstondynge thi riyt hond. Keuere thou me vndur the schadewe of thi wyngis;
[9] fro the face of vnpitouse men, that han turmentid me. Myn enemyes han cumpassid my soule;
[10] thei han closide togidere her fatnesse; the mouth of hem spak pride.
[11] Thei castiden me forth, and han cumpassid me now; thei ordeyneden to bowe doun her iyen in to erthe.
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