XXII.
[1]
Lauerd me steres, noght wante sal me:
In stede of fode þare me louked he.
2
He fed me ouer watre ofe fode,
Mi saule he tornes in to gode.
3
He led me ouer sties of rightwisenes,
For his name, swa hali es.
4
For, and ife .I. ga in mid schadw ofe dede,
For þou with me erte iuel sal .i. noght drede;
5
Þi yherde, and þi stafe ofe mighte,
Þai ere me roned dai and nighte.
6
Þou graiþed in mi sighte borde to be,
Ogaines þas þat droued me;
7
Þou fatted in oli mi heued yhite;
And mi drinke dronkenand while schire es ite!
8
And filigh me sal þi mercy
Alle daies ofe mi life for-þi;
9
And þat .I. wone in hous ofe lauerd isse
In lenghte of daies al with blisse.