Wycl PSA Chapter 138

138 The `title of the hundrid and eiyte and thrittithe salm. `To victorie, the salm of Dauith. Lord, thou hast preued me, and hast knowe me; 2 thou hast knowe my sitting, and my rising ayen. 3 Thou hast vndirstonde my thouytis fro fer; thou hast enquerid my path and my corde. 4 And thou hast bifor seien alle my weies; for no word is in my tunge. 5 Lo! Lord, thou hast knowe alle thingis, the laste thingis and elde; thou hast formed me, and hast set thin hond on me. 6 Thi kunnyng is maad wondirful of me; it is coumfortid, and Y schal not mowe to it. 7 Whidir schal Y go fro thi spirit; and whider schal Y fle fro thi face? 8 If Y schal stie in to heuene, thou art there; if Y schal go doun to helle, thou art present. 9 If Y schal take my fetheris ful eerli; and schal dwelle in the last partis of the see. 10 And sotheli thider thin hond schal leede me forth; and thi riyt hond schal holde me. 11 And Y seide, In hap derknessis schulen defoule me; and the nyyt is my liytnyng in my delicis. 12 For whi derknessis schulen not be maad derk fro thee, aud the niyt schal be liytned as the dai; as the derknessis therof, so and the liyt therof. 13 For thou haddist in possessioun my reines; thou tokist me vp fro the wombe of my modir. 14 I schal knouleche to thee, for thou art magnefied dreedfuli; thi werkis ben wondirful, and my soule schal knouleche ful miche. 15 Mi boon, which thou madist in priuete, is not hyd fro thee; and my substaunce in the lower partis of erthe. 16 Thin iyen sien myn vnperfit thing, and alle men schulen be writun in thi book; daies schulen be formed, and no man is in tho. 17 Forsothe, God, thi frendis ben maad onourable ful myche to me; the princeheed of hem is coumfortid ful myche. 18 I schal noumbre hem, and thei schulen be multiplied aboue grauel; Y roos vp, and yit Y am with thee. 19 For thou, God, schalt slee synneris; ye menquelleris, bowe awei fro me. 20 For ye seien in thouyt; Take thei her citees in vanite. 21 Lord, whether Y hatide not hem that hatiden thee; and Y failide on thin enemyes? 22 Bi perfite haterede Y hatide hem; thei weren maad enemyes to me. 23 God, preue thou me, and knowe thou myn herte; axe thou me, and knowe thou my pathis. 24 And se thou, if weie of wickidnesse is in me; and lede thou me forth in euerlastinge wei.