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Chapter 11
Psal Wycliffe 11:1  The title of the eleuenthe salm. To the victorie on the eiyte, the song of Dauid.
Psal Wycliffe 11:2  Lord, make thou me saaf, for the hooli failide; for treuthis ben maad litle fro the sones of men.
Psal Wycliffe 11:3  Thei spaken veyn thingis, ech man to hys neiybore; thei han gileful lippis, thei spaken in herte and herte.
Psal Wycliffe 11:4  The Lord destrie alle gileful lippis; and the greet spekynge tunge.
Psal Wycliffe 11:5  Whiche seiden, We schulen magnyfie oure tunge, our lippis ben of vs; who is oure lord?
Psal Wycliffe 11:6  For the wretchednesse of nedy men, and for the weilyng of pore men; now Y schal ryse vp, seith the Lord. I schal sette inhelt he; Y schal do tristili in hym.
Psal Wycliffe 11:7  The spechis of the Lord ben chast spechis; siluer examynyd bi fier, preued fro erthe, purgid seuen fold.
Psal Wycliffe 11:8  Thou, Lord, schalt kepe vs; and thou `schalt kepe vs fro this generacioun with outen ende.
Psal Wycliffe 11:9  Wickid men goen in cumpas; bi thin hiynesse thou hast multiplied the sones of men.