PSA C1 C2 C3 C4 C5 C6 C7 C8 C9 C10 C11 C12 C13 C14 C15 C16 C17 C18 C19 C20 C21 C22 C23 C24 C25 C26 C27 C28 C29 C30 C31 C32 C33 C34 C35 C36 C37 C38 C39 C40 C41 C42 C43 C44 C45 C46 C47 C48 C49 C50 C51 C52 C53 C54 C55 C56 C57 C58 C59 C60 C61 C62 C63 C64 C65 C66 C67 C68 C69 C70 C71 C72 C73 C74 C75 C76 C77 C78 C79 C80 C81 C82 C83 C84 C85 C86 C87 C88 C89 C90 C91 C92 C93 C94 C95 C96 C97 C98 C99 C100 C101 C102 C103 C104 C105 C106 C107 C108 C109 C110 C111 C112 C113 C114 C115 C116 C117 C118 C119 C120 C121 C122 C123 C124 C125 C126 C127 C128 C129 C130 C131 C132 C133 C134 C135 C136 C137 C138 C139 C140 C141 C142 C143 C144 C145 C146 C147 C148 C149 C150

Wyc PSA Chapter 70

70 The seuentithe salm hath no title. Lord, Y hopide in thee, be Y not schent with outen ende; 2 in thi riytwisnesse delyuere thou me, and rauysche me out. Bowe doun thin eere to me; and make me saaf. 3 Be thou to me in to God a defendere; and in to a strengthid place, that thou make me saaf. For thou art my stidefastnesse; and my refuit. 4 My God, delyuere thou me fro the hoond of the synner; and fro the hoond of a man doynge ayens the lawe, and of the wickid man. 5 For thou, Lord, art my pacience; Lord, thou art myn hope fro my yongthe. 6 In thee Y am confermyd fro the wombe; thou art my defendere fro the wombe of my modir. 7 My syngyng is euere in thee; Y am maad as a greet wonder to many men; and thou art a strong helpere. 8 My mouth be fillid with heriyng; that Y synge thi glorie, al dai thi greetnesse. 9 Caste thou not awei me in the tyme of eldnesse; whanne my vertu failith, forsake thou not me. 10 For myn enemyes seiden of me; and thei that kepten my lijf maden counsel togidere. 11 Seiynge, God hath forsake hym; pursue ye, and take hym; for noon is that schal delyuere. 12 God, be thou not maad afer fro me; my God, biholde thou in to myn help. 13 Men that bacbiten my soule, be schent, and faile thei; and be thei hilid with schenschip and schame, that seken yuels to me. 14 But Y schal hope euere; and Y schal adde euere ouer al thi preising. 15 Mi mouth schal telle thi riytfulnesse; al dai thin helthe. For Y knewe not lettrure, Y schal entre in to the poweres of the Lord; 16 Lord, Y schal bithenke on thi riytfulnesse aloone. 17 God, thou hast tauyt me fro my yongthe, and `til to now; Y schal telle out thi merueilis. 18 And til in to `the eldnesse and the laste age; God, forsake thou not me. Til Y telle thin arm; to eche generacioun, that schal come. Til Y telle thi myyt, 19 and thi riytfulnesse, God, til in to the hiyeste grete dedis which thou hast do; God, who is lijk thee? 20 Hou grete tribulaciouns many and yuele hast thou schewid to me; and thou conuertid hast quykenyd me, and hast eft brouyt me ayen fro the depthis of erthe. 21 Thou hast multiplied thi greet doyng; and thou conuertid hast coumfortid me. 22 For whi and Y schal knowleche to thee, thou God, thi treuthe in the instrumentis of salm; Y schal synge in an harpe to thee, that art the hooli of Israel. 23 Mi lippis schulen make fulli ioye, whanne Y schal synge to thee; and my soule, which thou ayen bouytist. 24 But and my tunge schal thenke al dai on thi riytfulnesse; whanne thei schulen be schent and aschamed, that seken yuelis to me.