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¹ The `title of the hundrid and fourtithe salm. `The salm `of Dauith. Lord, Y criede to thee, here thou me; yyue thou tent to my vois, whanne Y schal crye to thee.² Mi preier be dressid as encense in thi siyt; the reisyng of myn hondis be as the euentid sacrifice.³ Lord, sette thou a keping to my mouth; and a dore of stonding aboute to my lippis.⁴ Bowe thou not myn herte in to wordis of malice; to excuse excusingis in synne. With men worchinge wickidnesse; and Y schal not comyne with the chosun men of hem.

⁵ A iust man schal repreue me in mersi, and schal blame me; but the oile of a synner make not fat myn heed. For whi and yit my preier is in the wel plesaunt thingis of hem;⁶ for the domesmen of hem ioyned to the stoon weren sopun vp. Here thei my wordis,⁷ for tho weren myyti. As fatnesse is brokun out on the erthe; oure bonys ben scatered niy helle. Lord, Lord,⁸ for myn iyen ben to thee, Y hopide in thee; take thou not awei my soule.⁹ Kepe thou me fro the snare which thei ordeyneden to me; and fro the sclaundris of hem that worchen wickidnesse. Synneris schulen falle in the nett therof;¹⁰ Y am aloone til Y passe.