1The title of the foure and thrittithe salm. `To Dauid. Lord, deme thou hem, that anoien me; ouercome thou hem, that fiyten ayens me. 2Take thou armeris and scheeld; and rise vp into help to me. 3Schede out the swerd, and close togidere ayens hem that pursuen me; seie thou to my soule, Y am thin helthe. 4Thei that seken my lijf; be schent, and aschamed. Thei that thenken yuels to me; be turned awei bacward, and be schent. 5Be thei maad as dust bifor the face of the wynd; and the aungel of the Lord make hem streit. 6Her weie be maad derknesse, and slydirnesse; and the aungel of the Lord pursue hem. 7For with out cause thei hidden to me the deth of her snare; in veyn thei dispisiden my soule. 8The 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. 9But my soule schal fulli haue ioye in the Lord; and schal delite on his helthe. 10Alle 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. 11Wickid witnessis risynge axiden me thingis, whiche Y knewe not. 12Thei yeldiden to me yuels for goodis; bareynnesse to my soule. 13But 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. 14I pleside so as oure neiybore, as oure brother; Y was `maad meke so as morenynge and sorewful. 15And thei weren glad, and camen togidere ayens me; turmentis weren gaderid on me, and Y knew not. 16Thei weren scaterid, and not compunct, thei temptiden me, thei scornyden me with mowyng; thei gnastiden on me with her teeth. 17Lord, whanne thou schalt biholde, restore thou my soule fro the wickidnesse of hem; `restore thou myn oon aloone fro liouns. 18I schal knowleche to thee in a greet chirche; Y schal herie thee in a sad puple. 19Thei that ben aduersaries wickidli to me, haue not ioye on me; that haten me with out cause, and bikenen with iyen. 20For sotheli thei spaken pesibli to me; and thei spekynge in wrathfulnesse of erthe thouyten giles. 21And thei maden large her mouth on me; thei seiden, Wel, wel! oure iyen han sien. 22Lord, thou hast seen, be thou not stille; Lord, departe thou not fro me. 23Rise vp, and yyue tent to my doom; my God and my Lord, biholde in to my cause. 24Mi Lord God, deme thou me bi thi riytfulnesse; and haue thei not ioye on me. 25Seie thei not in her hertis, Wel, wel, to oure soule; nether seie thei, We schulen deuoure hym. 26Shame thei, and drede thei togidere; that thanken for myn yuels. Be thei clothid with schame and drede; that speken yuele thingis on me. 27Haue thei ful ioie, and be thei glad that wolen my riytfulnesse; and seie thei euere, The Lord be magnyfied, whiche wolen the pees of his seruaunt. 28And my tunge schal bithenke thi riytfulnesse; al day thin heriyng.