PSALM XLIV. [ [verse 1] The title of the [Om. CDFGHPQUW.] foure and fourtithe salm [Om. L.] . To the ouercomere for the lilies, the most [most lernyd G.] loued song of lernyng of the sones of Chore [A glos. This salm is seide of Crist and of hooli chirche, moder and vir|gyn; for Poul in i. cao. to Ebreis, aleggith this salm seid of Crist, to the letter. A et alii.] .]
[verse 2] Myn herte hath teld [teld, ethir belkid X sec. m.] out [Om. K.] a good word; Y seie my workis `to the kyng [Om. S.] . Mi tunge is `a penne of [the penne of I. Om. S.] a writere; writynge swiftli. [verse 3] Crist, thou art fairer in schap than the sones of men; grace is spred abrood in thi lippis; therfor God blessid thee with|outen ende. [verse 4] Be thou gird with thi swerd; on thi hipe most myȝtili. [verse 5] Biholde thou in thi schaplynesse and thi fairnesse; come thou forth with prosperite, and regne thou. For treuthe, and myldenesse, and riȝtfulnesse; and thi riȝt hond schal lede forth thee wondurfuli. [verse 6] Thi scharpe arowis schulen falle in to the hertis of the enemyes of the kyng; puplis schulen be vndur thee. [verse 7] God, thi seete is in to the