Esperar no Senhor

22 And make ye chast youre soulis in obedience of charite, in loue of britherhod; of simple herte loue ye togidre more bisili.

23 And be ye borun ayen, not of corruptible seed, but vncorruptible, bi the word of lyuynge God, and dwellynge in to with outen ende.

24 For ech fleisch is hey, and al the glorie of it is as flour of hey; the hei driede vp, and his flour felde doun;

25 but the word of the Lord dwellith with outen ende. And this is the word, that is prechid to you.

9 The Lord tarieth not his biheest, as summe gessen, but he doith pacientli for you, and wole not that ony men perische, but that alle turne ayen to penaunce.

1 Thanne the kyngdoom of heuenes schal be lijk to ten virgyns, whiche token her laumpis, and wenten out ayens the hosebonde and the wijf;

2 and fyue of hem weren foolis, and fyue prudent.

3 But the fyue foolis token her laumpis, and token not oile with hem;

4 but the prudent token oile in her vessels with the laumpis.

5 And whilis the hosebonde tariede, alle thei nappiden and slepten.

6 But at mydnyyt a cryy was maad, Lo! the spouse cometh, go ye oute to mete with him.

7 Thanne alle tho virgyns risen vp, and araieden her laumpis.

8 And the foolis seiden to the wise, Yyue ye to vs of youre oile, for oure laumpis ben quenchid.

9 The prudent answeriden, and seiden, Lest perauenture it suffice not to vs and to you, go ye rather to men that sellen, and bie to you.

10 And while thei wenten for to bie, the spouse cam; and tho that weren redi, entreden with him to the weddyngis; and the yate was schit.

11 And at the last the othere virgyns camen, and seiden, Lord, lord, opene to vs.

12 And he answeride, and seide, Treuli Y seie to you, Y knowe you not.

13 Therfor wake ye, for ye witen not the dai ne the our.

1 The title of the fourtithe salm. For victorie, the song of Dauid.

2 Blessid is he that vndurstondith on a nedi man and pore; the Lord schal delyuere hym in the yuel dai.

3 The Lord kepe hym, and quykene hym, and make hym blesful in the lond; and bitake not hym in to the wille of his enemyes.

4 The Lord bere help to hym on the bed of his sorewe; thou hast ofte turned al his bed stre in his sijknesse.

5 I seide, Lord, haue thou mercy on me; heele thou my soule, for Y synnede ayens thee.

6 Myn enemyes seiden yuels to me; Whanne schal he die, and his name schal perische?

7 And if he entride for to se, he spak veyn thingis; his herte gaderide wickidnesse to hym silf.

8 He yede with out forth; and spak to the same thing. Alle myn enemyes bacbitiden pryuyli ayens me; ayens me thei thouyten yuels to me.

9 Thei ordeineden an yuel word ayens me; Whether he that slepith, schal not leie to, that he rise ayen?

10 For whi the man of my pees, in whom Y hopide, he that eet my looues; made greet disseit on me.

11 But thou, Lord, haue merci on me, and reise me ayen; and Y schal yelde to hem.

12 In this thing Y knew, that thou woldist me; for myn enemye schal not haue ioye on me.

13 Forsothe thou hast take me vp for ynnocence; and hast confermed me in thi siyt with outen ende.

14 Blessid be the Lord God of Israel, fro the world and in to the world; be it doon, be it doon.

20 Many tribulaciouns ben of iust men; and the Lord schal delyuere hem fro alle these.

21 The Lord kepith alle the boonys of hem; oon of tho schal not be brokun.

22 The deth of synneris is werst; and thei that haten a iust man schulen trespasse.

5 So Y schal blesse thee in my lijf; and in thi name Y schal reise myn hondis.

5 Haue thou trist in the Lord, of al thin herte; and triste thou not to thi prudence.

6 In alle thi weies thenke thou on hym, and he schal dresse thi goyngis.

18 Therfor the Lord abidith, that he haue mercy on you, and therfor he schal be enhaunsid sparynge you; for whi God is Lord of doom, blessid ben alle thei that abiden hym.

31 But thei that hopen in the Lord, schulen chaunge strengthe, thei schulen take fetheris as eglis; thei schulen renne, and schulen not trauele; thei schulen go, and schulen not faile.

1 The title of the seuen and twentithe salm. To Dauid. Lord, Y schal crye to thee; my God, be thou not stille fro me, be thou not stille ony tyme fro me; and Y schal be maad lijk to hem, that goen doun in to the lake.

2 Lord, here thou the vois of my bisechyng, while Y preie to thee; whyle Y reise myn hondis to thin hooli temple.

3 Bitake thou not me togidere with synneris; and leese thou not me with hem that worchen wickidnesse. Whyche speken pees with her neiybore; but yuels ben in her hertis.

4 Yyue thou to hem vpe the werkis of hem; and vpe the wickidnesse of her fyndyngis. Yyue thou to hem vpe the werkis of her hondis; yelde thou her yeldyng to hem.

5 For thei vndurstoden not the werkis of the Lord, and bi the werkis of hise hondis thou schalt destrie hem; and thou schalt not bilde hem.

6 Blissid be the Lord; for he herde the vois of my bisechyng.

7 The Lord is myn helpere and my defendere; and myn herte hopide in hym, and Y am helpid. And my fleisch flouride ayen; and of my wille Y schal knowleche to hym.

8 The Lord is the strengthe of his puple; and he is defendere of the sauyngis of his crist.

9 Lord, make thou saaf thi puple, and blesse thou thin eritage; and reule thou hem, and enhaunse thou hem til in to with outen ende.

3 And not this oneli, but also we glorien in tribulaciouns, witynge that tribulacioun worchith pacience,

4 and pacience preuyng, and preuyng hope.

7 Therfor, britheren, be ye pacient, til to the comyng of the Lord. Lo! an erthetilier abidith preciouse fruyt of the erthe, paciently suffrynge, til he resseyue tymeful and lateful fruyt.

8 And be ye pacient, and conferme ye youre hertis, for the comyng of the Lord schal neiye.

11 Lo! we blessen hem that suffriden. Ye herden the suffring, ethir pacience, of Joob, and ye sayn the ende of the Lord, for the Lord is merciful, and doynge merci.

11 and ben coumfortid in al vertu bi the miyt of his clerenesse, in al pacience and long abiding with ioye,