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62:1	To the chaunter, For Ieduthun: a psalme of Dauid. My soule truly wayteth styll vpon God, for of him cometh my saluacion.
62:2	He verely is my strength, and my saluacion: He is my defence, so that I shall not greatly fall.
62:3	How longe will ye ymagin mischefe against euery man? ye shalbe slayne all the sorte of you: yee, as a tottring wall shall ye be, and lyke a broken hedge.
62:4	Their deuyce is onely how to put him out whom God wyll exalte. their delyte is in lyes: they geue good wordes wt their mouth, but curse wt their hert. Sela.
62:5	Neuertheles, my soule wayte thou styll vpon God, for my hope is in hym.
62:6	He truly is my strength, and my saluacion: he is my defence: so that I shall not fall.
62:7	In God is my health & my glory, the rocke of my might, & in God is my trust.
62:8	O put your trust in him allwaye (ye people) powre out youre hertes before him, for God is our hope. Sel
62:9	As for the children of men, they are but vayne, the children of men are disceatful: vpon the weyghtes they are all together lighter than vanite it self.
62:10	O trust not in wrong and robbery, geue not your selues vnto vanyte: yf riches encrease, set not your hert vpon them.
62:11	God spake once and twyse: I haue also herde the same: that power belongeth vnto God.
62:12	And that thou Lorde art mercyfull: for thou rewardest euery man accordynge to hys worcke.


62:1	The titil of the two and sixtithe salm. `The salm of Dauid, `whanne he was in the desert of Judee.
62:2	God, my God, Y wake to thee ful eerli. Mi soule thirstide to thee; my fleisch thirstide to thee ful many foold.
62:3	In a lond forsakun with out wei, and with out water, so Y apperide to thee in hooli; that Y schulde se thi vertu, and thi glorie.
62:4	For thi merci is betere than lyues; my lippis schulen herie thee.
62:5	So Y schal blesse thee in my lijf; and in thi name Y schal reise myn hondis.
62:6	Mi soule be fillid as with inner fatnesse and vttermere fatnesse; and my mouth schal herie with lippis of ful out ioiyng.
62:7	So Y hadde mynde on thee on my bed, in morewtidis Y shal thenke of thee;
62:8	for thou were myn helpere. And in the keueryng of thi wyngis Y schal make `ful out ioye, my soule cleuede after thee;
62:9	thi riythond took me vp.
62:10	Forsothe thei souyten in veyn my lijf, thei schulen entre in to the lower thingis of erthe;
62:11	thei schulen be bitakun in to the hondis of swerd, thei schulen be maad the partis of foxis.
62:12	But the king schal be glad in God; and alle men schulen be preysid that sweren in hym, for the mouth of hem, that speken wickid thingis, is stoppid.


62:1	My soule wayteth only vpon God, for of him commeth my helpe.
62:2	He only is my stregth, my saluacion, my defence, so yt I shal not greatly fall.
62:3	How longe wil ye ymagin myschefe agaynst euery man? ye shal be slayne all ye sorte of you: yee as a tottringe wall shal ye be, & like a broken hedge.
62:4	Their deuyce is only how to put him out, their delyte is i lyes: they geue good wordes wt their mouth but curse wt their herte.
62:5	Sela. Neuertheles, my soule abydeth only vpon God, for he is my God.
62:6	He only is my stregth, my saluacion, my defence: so yt I shal not fall.
62:7	In God is my health, my glory, my might, & in God is my trust.
62:8	Oput yor trust in him allwaye (ye people) poure out yor hertes before him, for God is oure hope.
62:9	Sela. As for men, they are but vayne, me are disceatfull: vpo the weightes they are al together lighter then vanite itself.
62:10	O trust not in wronge & robbery, geue not yor selues vnto vanite: yf riches increase, set not yor herte vpon them.
62:11	God spake once a worde, twyse haue I herde the same: that power belongeth vnto God.
62:12	That thou LORDE art mercifull, & that thou rewardest euery man acordinge to his workes.