Psalms 74
1The title of the foure and seuentithe salm. `To the ouercomere; leese thou not the salm of the song of Asaph.
2God, we schulen knouleche to thee, `we schulen knouleche; and we schulen inwardli clepe thi name.
3We schulen telle thi merueilis; whanne Y schal take tyme, Y schal deme riytfulnesses.
4The erthe is meltid, and alle that duellen ther ynne; Y confermede the pileris therof.
5I seide to wickid men, Nyle ye do wickidli; and to trespassouris, Nyle ye enhaunce the horn.
6Nyle ye reise an hiy youre horn; nyle ye speke wickidnesse ayens God.
7For nether fro the eest, nethir fro the west, nethir fro desert hillis; for God is the iuge.
8He mekith this man, and enhaunsith hym; for a cuppe of cleene wyn ful of meddling is in the hoond of the Lord.
9And he bowide of this in to that; netheles the drast therof is not anyntischid; alle synneris of erthe schulen drinke therof.
10Forsothe Y schal telle in to the world; Y schal synge to God of Jacob.
11And Y schal breke alle the hornes of synneris; and the hornes of the iust man schulen be enhaunsid.