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57:1	The title of the seuene and fiftithe salm. `In Ebreu thus, To victorie; `lese thou not the swete song, ether the semely salm, of Dauid. `In Jeroms translacioun thus, To the ouercomere, that thou lese not Dauid, meke and simple.
57:2	Forsothe if ye speken riytfulnesse verili; ye sones of men, deme riytfuli.
57:3	For in herte ye worchen wickidnesse in erthe; youre hondis maken redi vnriytfulnessis.
57:4	Synneris weren maad aliens fro the wombe; thei erriden fro the wombe, thei spaken false thingis.
57:5	Woodnesse is to hem, bi the licnesse of a serpent; as of a deef snake, and stoppynge hise eeris.
57:6	Which schal not here the vois of charmeris; and of a venym makere charmynge wiseli.
57:7	God schal al to-breke the teeth of hem in her mouth; the Lord schal breke togidere the greet teeth of liouns.
57:8	Thei schulen come to nouyt, as water rennynge awei; he bente his bouwe, til thei ben maad sijk.
57:9	As wexe that fletith awei, thei schulen be takun awei; fier felle aboue, and thei siyen not the sunne.
57:10	Bifore that youre thornes vndurstoden the ramne; he swolewith hem so in ire, as lyuynge men.
57:11	The iust man schal be glad, whanne he schal se veniaunce; he schal waische hise hondis in the blood of a synner.


57:1	To him that excelleth. Destroy not. A Psalme of David on Michtam. When he fled from Saul in the cave. Have mercie vpon me, O God, haue mercie vpon me: for my soule trusteth in thee, and in the shadowe of thy wings wil I trust, till these afflictions ouerpasse.
57:2	I will call vnto the most high God, euen to the God, that performeth his promise toward me.
57:3	He will send from heauen, and saue me from the reproofe of him that would swallowe me. Selah. God wil send his mercy, and his trueth.
57:4	My soule is among lions: I lie among the children of men, that are set on fire: whose teeth are speares and arrowes, and their tongue a sharpe sworde.
57:5	Exalt thy selfe, O God, aboue the heauen, and let thy glory be vpon all the earth.
57:6	They haue layd a net for my steps: my soule is pressed downe: they haue digged a pit before me, and are fallen into the mids of it. Selah.
57:7	Mine heart is prepared, O God, mine heart is prepared: I will sing and giue prayse.
57:8	Awake my tongue, awake viole and harpe: I wil awake early.
57:9	I will prayse thee, O Lord, among the people, and I wil sing vnto thee among the nations.
57:10	For thy mercie is great vnto the heauens, and thy trueth vnto the cloudes.
57:11	Exalt thy selfe, O God, aboue the heauens, and let thy glory be vpon all the earth.


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