PSALM XI. [The title of the [Om. QR.] eleuenthe salm. [verse 1] To the victorie on the eiȝte [eiȝthe MXhi.] , the [Om. OR.] song of Dauid.]
[verse 2] Lord, make thou me saaf, for the hooli failide [hath failid I.] ; for treuthis ben maad litle fro the sones of men. [verse 3] Thei spaken veyn thingis, ech man to hys neiȝbore; thei [and thei I.] han [hauynge I.] gile|ful lippis, thei [Om. I.] spaken in herte [her herte I.] and herte [with her herte I.] . [verse 4] The Lord destrie alle gileful lippis; and the greet spekynge tunge. [verse 5] Whiche seiden, We schulen magnyfie oure tunge, our lippis ben of vs [vs self I.] ; who is oure lord? [verse 6] For the