_Ad te levavi oculos meos, qui habitas in cælis._ The ffyfte is propyr confessyon, That we be nought withowth God thus; But God in us have habytacion, Peraventure oure enemyes shulde swelle us. _Nisi quia Dominus erat in nobis, dicat nunc Israel: nisi quia Dominus erat in nobis._ The sexte is confidens in Goddys strenght alon, ffor of alle grace from hym comyth the strem: They that trust in God, as the mownt Syon, He xal not be steryd endles, that dwellyth in Jherusalem. _Qui confidunt in Domino, sicut mons Syon, non commovebitur in æternum, qui habitat in Hierusalem._ The sefte is undowteful hope of immortalyté, In oure Lorde is as gracy and mercy; Whan oure Lord convertyth oure captivité, Than are we mad as joyful mery. _In convertendo domus captivitatem Syon: facti sumus sicut consolati._ The eyted is contempt of veyn glory in us, ffor hym that al mankende hath multyplyed; But yf oure Lord make here oure hous, They an laboryd in veyn that it have edyfied. _Nisi Dominus ædificaverit domum, in vanum laboraverunt qui ædificant eam._ The nynte is a childely for in dede, With a longyng love in oure Lorde that ay is; 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 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._ The fyftene is gracyous with on acorde, Whiche is syne of Godly love, semyth me; Se now blysse, oure Lorde, Alle that oure lordys servauntes be. _Ecce nunc, benedicite Dominum, omnes servi Domini!_