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Forwhi the synnere is preisid in the desiris of his soule; and the wickid is blessid.

The synnere `wraththide the Lord; vp the multitude of his ire he schal not seke.

God is not in his siyt; hise weies ben defoulid in al tyme. God, thi domes ben takun awei fro his face; he schal be lord of alle hise enemyes.

For he seide in his herte, Y schal not be moued, fro generacioun in to generacioun without yuel.

`Whos mouth is ful of cursyng, and of bitternesse, and of gyle; trauel and sorewe is vndur his tunge.

Hise iyen biholden on a pore man; he settith aspies in hid place, as a lioun in his denne. He settith aspies, for to rauysche a pore man; for to rauysche a pore man, while he drawith the pore man.

In his snare he schal make meke the pore man; he schal bowe hym silf, and schal falle doun, whanne he hath be lord of pore men.

For he seide in his herte, God hath foryete; he hath turned awei his face, that he se not in to the ende.

For what thing terride the wickid man God to wraththe? for he seide in his herte, God schal not seke.

Al to-breke thou the arme of the synnere, and yuel willid; his synne schal be souyt, and it schal not be foundun.

The Lord is in his hooli temple; he is Lord, his seete is in heuene. Hise iyen biholden on a pore man; hise iyelidis axen the sones of men.

The Lord axith a iust man, and vnfeithful man; but he, that loueth wickidnesse, hatith his soule.

For the Lord is riytful, and louede riytfulnessis; his cheer siy equite, `ethir euennesse.

for the Lord is in a riytful generacioun. Thou hast schent the counsel of a pore man; for the Lord is his hope.

Who schal yyue fro Syon helthe to Israel? Whanne the Lord hath turned awei the caitifte of his puple; Jacob schal `fulli be ioiful, and Israel schal be glad.

Which spekith treuthe in his herte; which dide not gile in his tunge. Nethir dide yuel to his neiybore; and took not schenschip ayens hise neiyboris.

A wickid man is brouyt to nouyt in his siyt; but he glorifieth hem that dreden the Lord. Which swerith to his neiybore, and disseyueth not;

which yaf not his money to vsure; and took not yiftis on the innocent. He, that doith these thingis, schal not be moued with outen ende.

In my tribulacioun Y inwardli clepide the Lord; and Y criede to my God. And he herde my vois fro his hooli temple; and my cry in his siyt entride in to hise eeris.

Smoke stiede in the ire of hym, and fier brente out fro his face; coolis weren kyndlid of hym.