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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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Author: John Wycliffe (1328 – 1384)
 
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