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[1] The title of the foure and thrittithe salm. `To Dauid. Lord, deme thou hem, that anoien me; ouercome thou hem, that fiyten ayens me.
[2] Take thou armeris and scheeld; and rise vp into help to me.
[3] Schede out the swerd, and close togidere ayens hem that pursuen me; seie thou to my soule, Y am thin helthe.
[4] Thei that seken my lijf; be schent, and aschamed. Thei that thenken yuels to me; be turned awei bacward, and be schent.
[5] Be thei maad as dust bifor the face of the wynd; and the aungel of the Lord make hem streit.
[6] Her weie be maad derknesse, and slydirnesse; and the aungel of the Lord pursue hem.
[7] For with out cause thei hidden to me the deth of her snare; in veyn thei dispisiden my soule.
[8] The snare which he knoweth not come to hym, and the takyng which he hidde take hym; and fall he in to the snare in that thing.
[9] But my soule schal fulli haue ioye in the Lord; and schal delite on his helthe.
[10] Alle my boonys schulen seie, Lord, who is lijk thee? Thou delyuerist a pore man fro the hond of his strengere; a nedi man and pore fro hem that diuersely rauischen hym.
[11] Wickid witnessis risynge axiden me thingis, whiche Y knewe not.
[12] Thei yeldiden to me yuels for goodis; bareynnesse to my soule.
[13] But whanne thei weren diseseful to me; Y was clothid in an heire. I mekide my soule in fastyng; and my preier schal be turned `with ynne my bosum.
[14] I pleside so as oure neiybore, as oure brother; Y was `maad meke so as morenynge and sorewful.
[15] And thei weren glad, and camen togidere ayens me; turmentis weren gaderid on me, and Y knew not.
[16] Thei weren scaterid, and not compunct, thei temptiden me, thei scornyden me with mowyng; thei gnastiden on me with her teeth.
[17] Lord, whanne thou schalt biholde, restore thou my soule fro the wickidnesse of hem; `restore thou myn oon aloone fro liouns.
[18] I schal knowleche to thee in a greet chirche; Y schal herie thee in a sad puple.
[19] Thei that ben aduersaries wickidli to me, haue not ioye on me; that haten me with out cause, and bikenen with iyen.
[20] For sotheli thei spaken pesibli to me; and thei spekynge in wrathfulnesse of erthe thouyten giles.
[21] And thei maden large her mouth on me; thei seiden, Wel, wel! oure iyen han sien.
[22] Lord, thou hast seen, be thou not stille; Lord, departe thou not fro me.
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