is thi god. ¶ That is, anguys and tribulacioun was not til me bitternes. bot brede, that is, delite and fode. for in afflicciouns we ere lerid. cheson of there teris is the hethynge of wickid men, that says til me, whare is thi god. ilk man that thynge he makis his god that he mast lufis: for thai may shew ther goddis with fyngere. and my god may noght be sene, that suffirs me be in pyne, and thaim in welth: forthi make thai hethynge, as .i. had na god, or that he wild not help me.
4. Hec recordatus sum & effudi in me animam meam: quoniam transibo in locum tabernaculi admirabilis, vsque ad domum dei. ¶ There .i. haf vmthoght, and .i. helt in me my saule: forwhi .i. sall passe in stede of wondirful tabernakile, in til the house of god. ¶ There .i. vmthoght: that is, reproues and hethyngis, .i. thynke that thai sall be medfull: and forthi .i. helt in me my saule: that is, .i. enlargid it til luf of god, and myn enmy: .i. lete it noght raike in ydel thoghtis. for on this manere .i. sall passe thorght halykirke. thare is wondirful lufers, incomand [U in comoand. S in comande.] with thoght in til godis howse in heuen, takyn with na ȝernynge of this warld. how comes thou til the priuete of this howse.
5. In voce exultacionis & confessionis: sonus epulantis. ¶ In voice of ioiynge and of shrift: soun of eteand. ¶ Of the fest of heuen sounys in his hert a swete note, that makis him to last in [S brist out into the.] voice of ioiynge, for the wondirful softnes of myrth. and sange in his saule: and of shrift, that is, of endles louynge. and soun of eteand, that is, of ioyand of gastly dayntethis [S deynteys.] : for he is takyn in the melody of aungels louynge, that is in his thoght: as the mayster says in the glose.
6. Quare tristis es anima mea: & quare conturbas me. ¶ Whi ert thou sary my saule: and whi druuys thou me. ¶ Sen thou has thus mykil comfort in cristis luf. and doutis not that thou felis god, whi ert thou sary, or whi angirs thou my skill: aswha say, if thou bihalde wele, nathynge is in the warld wharefore thou sould be stird til sarynes.
7. Spera in deo, quoniam adhuc confitebor illi: salutare vultus mei & deus meus. ¶ Hope in god, for ȝit .i. sall shrife til him: hele of my face, and my god. ¶ If thou say, forthi .i. am sary. for .i. am not thare whither .i. am rauyst passand, and .i. am heuyd here in fleysse. lo remedy: hope in god, for ȝit .i. sall
