Blyssyd arn alle they that God drede,
Whiche that gon in his holy weys.
Beati omnes, qui timent Dominum, qui ambulant in viis ejus.
The tende is myghty soferauns of carnal temptacion,
ffor the fleschly syghtes ben fers and fel;
Ofte ȝoughe is ffowthe with with sueche vexacion,
Than seynge God say, so clepyd Israel.
Sæpe expugnaverunt me a juventute mea, dicat nunc Israel.
The elefnte is accusatyff confessyon of iniquité,
Of whiche ful noyous is the noyis;
Fro depnes, Lord, I have cryed to the!
Lord, here in sped my sympyl voys!
De profundus clamavi ad te, Domine! Domine, exaudi vocem meam!
The twelfte is mekenes, that is fayr and softe,
In mannys sowle withinne and withowte;
Lord, myn herte is not heyved on lofte,
Nyn myn eyn be not lokynge abowte.
Domine, non est exaltatum cor meum, neque elati sunt oculi mei.
The threttene is ffeyth therwith,
With holy dedys don expresse;
Have mende, Lorde of Davyth,
And of alle his swettnes!
Memento, Domine, David, et omnis mansuetudinis ejus.
The ffourtene is brothyrly concorde i-wys,
That norchych love of creatures echon;
Se how good and how glad it is,
Bretheryn, ffor to dwelle in on.
Ecce quam bonum, et quam jocundum habitare fratres in unum.
