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[1] The title of the eiyte and fourtithe salm. To victorie, a salm to the sones of Chore.
[2] Alle ye folkis, here these thingis; alle ye that dwellen in the world, perseyue with eeris.
[3] Alle the sones of erthe and the sones of men; togidere the riche man and the pore in to oon.
[4] Mi mouth schal speke wisdom; and the thenkyng of myn herte schal speke prudence.
[5] I schal bouwe doun myn eere in to a parable; Y schal opene my resoun set forth in a sautree.
[6] Whi schal Y drede in the yuel dai? the wickidnesse of myn heele schal cumpasse me.
[7] Whiche tristen in her owne vertu; and han glorie in the multitude of her richessis.
[8] A brother ayenbieth not, schal a man ayenbie? and he schal not yyue to God his plesyng.
[9] And he schal not yyue the prijs of raunsum of his soule; and he schal trauele with outen ende,
[10] and he schal lyue yit in to the ende.
[11] He schal not se perischyng, whanne he schal se wise men diynge; the vnwise man and fool schulen perische togidere. And thei schulen leeue her richessis to aliens;
[12] and the sepulcris of hem ben the housis of hem with outen ende. The tabernaclis of hem ben in generacioun and generacioun; thei clepiden her names in her londis.
[13] A man, whanne he was in honour, vndurstood not; he is comparisound to vnwise beestis, and he is maad lijk to tho.
[14] This weie of hem is sclaundir to hem; and aftirward thei schulen plese togidere in her mouth.
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