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Bithenke thou what is my substaunce; for whether thou hast ordeyned veynli alle the sones of men?

Whiche thin enemyes, Lord, diden schenschipfuli; for thei dispisiden the chaungyng of thi crist.

For a thousynde yeer ben bifore thin iyen; as yistirdai, which is passid, and as keping in the niyt.

The yeeris of hem schulen be; that ben had for nouyt.

For we han failid in thin ire; and we ben disturblid in thi strong veniaunce.

For alle oure daies han failid; and we han failid in thin ire. Oure yeris schulen bithenke, as an yreyn;

the daies of oure yeeris ben in tho seuenti yeeris. Forsothe, if fourescoor yeer ben in myyti men; and the more tyme of hem is trauel and sorewe. For myldenesse cam aboue; and we schulen be chastisid.

Who knew the power of thin ire; and durste noumbre thin ire for thi drede?

We weren glad for the daies in whiche thou madist vs meke; for the yeeris in whiche we siyen yuels.

For he delyuered me fro the snare of hunteris; and fro a scharp word.

For thou, Lord, art myn hope; thou hast set thin help altherhiyeste.

For God hath comaundid to hise aungels of thee; that thei kepe thee in alle thi weies.

For he hopide in me, Y schal delyuere hym; Y schal defende him, for he knew my name.

For thou, Lord, hast delitid me in thi makyng; and Y schal make ful out ioye in the werkis of thin hondis.

That thei perische in to the world of world; forsothe thou, Lord, art the hiyest, withouten ende. For lo!

Lord, thin enemyes, for lo! thin enemyes schulen perische; and alle schulen be scaterid that worchen wickidnesse.

For he made stidefast the world; that schal not be moued.

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

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

For God is a greet Lord, and a greet king aboue alle goddis; for the Lord schal not putte awei his puple.