The Lantern

Psalms93

The thre and nyntithe salm. God is Lord of veniauncis; God of veniauncis dide freli.

Be thou enhaunsid that demest the erthe; yelde thou yeldinge to proude men.

Lord, hou longe synneris; hou longe schulen synneris haue glorie?

Thei schulen telle out, and schulen speke wickidnesse; alle men schulen speke that worchen vnriytfulnesse.

Lord, thei han maad lowe thi puple; and thei han disesid thin eritage.

Thei killiden a widowe and a comelyng; and thei han slayn fadirles children and modirles.

And thei seiden, The Lord schal not se; and God of Jacob schal not vndurstonde.

Ye vnwise men in the puple, vndirstonde; and, ye foolis, lerne sum tyme.

Schal not he here, that plauntide the eere; ethere biholdith not he, that made the iye?

Schal not he repreue, that chastisith folkis; which techith man kunnyng?

The Lord knowith the thouytis of men; that tho ben veyne.

Blessid is the man, whom thou, Lord, hast lerned; and hast tauyt him of thi lawe.

That thou aswage hym fro yuele daies; til a diche be diggid to the synner.

For the Lord schal not putte awei his puple; and he schal not forsake his eritage.

Til riytfulnesse be turned in to dom; and who ben niy it, alle that ben of riytful herte.

Who schal rise with me ayens mysdoeris; ether who schal stonde with me ayens hem that worchen wickidnesse?

No but for the Lord helpide me; almest my soule hadde dwellid in helle.

If Y seide, My foot was stirid; Lord, thi merci helpide me.

Aftir the multitude of my sorewis in myn herte; thi coumfortis maden glad my soule.

Whether the seete of wickidnesse cleueth to thee; that makist trauel in comaundement?

Thei schulen take ayens the soule of a iust man; and thei schulen condempne innocent blood.

And the Lord was maad to me in to refuyt; and my God was maad in to the help of myn hope.

And he schal yelde to hem the wickidnesse of hem; and in the malice of hem he schal lese hem, oure Lord God schal lese hem.