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CXLV.
[1]
Herye, mi saule, lauerd alle!In mi life lauerd herye .i. salle,
And salme to mi gode sal .i.
Als lange als .i. am, witerli.
2
Ne wiles in princes traiste neuer ane,Ne in mensones, in whilke hele es nane.
3
Outga sal his gaste, and turne in erthe swa;In þat daie forworth sal alle thoghtes of þa.
4
Seli of wham gode Iacob his helper isse,His hope in lauerd gode hisse:
Þat made heuen and erthe, þe se,
And þat euer in þam be;
5
Þat in werld yhemes sothnesse;Þat dos dome to mare and lesse
Vnrightwisenes þat ere tholande;
He giues mete til hungerande.
6
Lauerd fotefest vnleses he,Lauerd lightes blinde þat mai noghte se,
7
Lauerd reres hurt þat are;Lauerd loues rightwis fulle yhare.
8
Lauerd ful wele yhemes aiComelinges bath night and dai,
Fadrelesse and widowe onfang he sal,
And waies ofe sinfulle forlese with-al.
9
Rike sal lauerd in werldes to wende,Þi gode ofe Syon in strende and strende.
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