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13:1	The `title of the threttenthe salm. To the victorie of Dauid.
13:2	The Lord bihelde fro heuene on the sones of men; that he se, if ony is vndurstondynge, ethir sekynge God.
13:3	Alle bowiden awei, togidere thei ben maad vnprofitable; noon is that doth good, noon is `til to oon. The throte of hem is an open sepulcre, thei diden gilefuli with her tungis; the venym of snakis is vndur her lippis. Whos mouth is ful of cursyng and bittirnesse; her feet ben swift to schede out blood. Sorewe and cursidnesse is in the weies of hem, and thei knewen not the weie of pees; the drede of God is not bifor her iyen.
13:4	Whether alle men that worchen wickidnesse schulen not knowe; that deuowren my puple, as mete of breed?
13:5	Thei clepeden not the Lord; thei trembliden there for dreed, where was no drede;
13:6	for the Lord is in a riytful generacioun. Thou hast schent the counsel of a pore man; for the Lord is his hope.


13:1	To him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid. Howe long wilt thou forget me, O Lord, for euer? howe long wilt thou hide thy face from me?
13:2	How long shall I take counsell within my selfe, hauing wearinesse dayly in mine heart? how long shall mine enemie be exalted aboue me?
13:3	Beholde, and heare mee, O Lord my God: lighten mine eyes, that I sleepe not in death:
13:4	Lest mine enemie say, I haue preuailed against him: and they that afflict me, reioyce when I slide.
13:5	But I trust in thy mercie: mine heart shall reioyce in thy saluation: I will sing to the Lord, because he hath delt louingly with me.
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