1The `title of the two and seuentithe salm. `The salm of Asaph. God of Israel is ful good; to hem that ben of riytful herte. 2But my feet weren moued almeest; my steppis weren sched out almeest. 3For Y louede feruentli on wickid men; seynge the pees of synneris. 4For biholdyng is not to the deth of hem; and stidefastnesse in the sikenesse of hem. 5Thei ben not in the trauel of men; and thei schulen not be betun with men. 6Therfore pride helde hem; thei weren hilid with her wickidnesse and vnfeithfulnesse. 7The wickidnesse of hem cam forth as of fatnesse; thei yeden in to desire of herte. 8Thei thouyten and spaken weiwardnesse; thei spaken wickidnesse an hiy. 9Thei puttiden her mouth in to heuene; and her tunge passide in erthe. 10Therfor my puple schal be conuertid here; and fulle daies schulen be foundun in hem. 11And thei seiden, How woot God; and whether kunnyng is an heiye, `that is, in heuene? 12Lo! thilke synneris and hauynge aboundance in the world; helden richessis. 13And Y seide, Therfor without cause Y iustifiede myn herte; and waischide myn hoondis among innocentis. 14And Y was betun al dai; and my chastisyng was in morutidis. 15If Y seide, Y schal telle thus; lo! Y repreuede the nacioun of thi sones. 16I gesside, that Y schulde knowe this; trauel is bifore me. 17Til Y entre in to the seyntuarie of God; and vndurstonde in the last thingis of hem. 18Netheles for gilis thou hast put to hem; thou castidist hem doun, while thei weren reisid. 19Hou ben thei maad into desolacioun; thei failiden sodeynli, thei perischiden for her wickidnesse. 20As the dreem of men that risen; Lord, thou schalt dryue her ymage to nouyt in thi citee. 21For myn herte is enflaumed, and my reynes ben chaungid; 22and Y am dryuun to nouyt, and Y wiste not. 23As a werk beeste Y am maad at thee; and Y am euere with thee. 24Thou heldist my riythond, and in thi wille thou leddist me forth; and with glorie thou tokist me vp. 25For whi what is to me in heuene; and what wolde Y of thee on erthe? 26Mi fleische and myn herte failide; God of myn herte, and my part is God withouten ende. 27For lo! thei that drawen awei fer hem silf fro thee, `bi deedli synne, schulen perische; thou hast lost alle men that doen fornycacioun fro thee. 28But it is good to me to cleue to God; and to sette myn hope in the Lord God. That Y telle alle thi prechyngis; in the yatis of the douyter of Syon.