1The titil of the oon and sixtithe salm. To the victorie on Iditum, the salm of Dauid. 2Whether my soule schal not be suget to God; for myn heelthe is of hym. 3For whi he is bothe my God, and myn heelthe; my `taker vp, Y schal no more be moued. 4Hou longe fallen ye on a man? alle ye sleen; as to a wal bowid, and a wal of stoon with out morter cast doun. 5Netheles thei thouyten to putte awei my prijs, Y ran in thirst; with her mouth thei blessiden, and in her herte thei cursiden. 6Netheles, my soule, be thou suget to God; for my pacience is of hym. 7For he is my God, and my saueour; myn helpere, Y schal not passe out. 8Myn helthe, and my glorie is in God; God is the yyuer of myn help, and myn hope is in God. 9Al the gaderyng togidere of the puple, hope ye in God, schede ye out youre hertis bifore hym; God is oure helpere with outen ende. 10Netheles the sones of men ben veyne; the sones of men ben liers in balauncis, that thei disseyue of vanytee in to the same thing. 11Nile ye haue hope in wickidnesse, and nyle ye coueyte raueyns; if ritchessis be plenteuouse, nyle ye sette the herte therto. 12God spak onys, Y herde these twei thingis, that power is of God, and, thou Lord, mercy is to thee; 13for thou schalt yelde to ech man bi hise werkis.