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24 If thou schalt slepe, thou schalt not drede; thou schalt reste, and thi sleep schal be soft.

8 And the Lord hym silf whiche is youre ledere, schal be with thee, he schal not leeue, nether schal forsake thee; nyle thou drede, nether drede thou in herte.

4 Blessid ben mylde men, for thei schulen welde the erthe.

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 Therfor be ye mekid vndir the myyti hoond of God, that he reise you in the tyme of visitacioun,

7 and caste ye al youre bisynesse in to hym, for to hym is cure of you.

16 and conferme in al good werk and word.

11 Which settith meke men an hiy, and reisith with helthe hem that morenen.

1 Alle thingis han tyme, and alle thingis vndur sunne passen bi her spaces.

2 Tyme of birthe, and time of diyng; tyme to plaunte, and tyme to drawe vp that that is plauntid.

3 Tyme to sle, and tyme to make hool; tyme to distrie, and tyme to bilde.

4 Tyme to wepe, and tyme to leiye; tyme to biweile, and tyme to daunse.

5 Tyme to scatere stoonys, and tyme to gadere togidere; tyme to colle, and tyme to be fer fro collyngis.

6 Tyme to wynne, and tyme to leese; tyme to kepe, and tyme to caste awei.

7 Tyme to kitte, and tyme to sewe togidere; tyme to be stille, and tyme to speke.

8 Tyme of loue, and tyme of hatrede; tyme of batel, and tyme of pees.

22 And Y preiede the Lord in that tyme,

4 The innocent in hondis, and in cleene herte; whiche took not his soule in veyn, nether swoor in gile to his neiybore.

9 Lo! Y comaunde to thee; be thou coumfortid, and be thou strong; nyle thou drede withoutforth, and nyle thou drede withynne; for thi Lord God is with thee in alle thingis, to whiche thou goost.

9 he schal deme puplis in riytfulnesse.

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.