Psalmi 63

1 Psalam. Davidov. Dok David bijaše u Judejskoj pustinji. O Bože, ti si Bog moj: gorljivo tebe tražim; tebe žeđa duša moja, tebe želi tijelo moje, kao zemlja suha, žedna, bezvodna.

`The salm of Dauid, `whanne he was in the desert of Judee. God, my God, Y wake to thee ful eerli. Mi soule thirstide to thee; my fleisch thirstide to thee ful many foold.

2 U Svetištu sam tebe motrio gledajuć' ti moć i slavu.

In a lond forsakun with out wei, and with out water, so Y apperide to thee in hooli; that Y schulde se thi vertu, and thi glorie.

3 Ljubav je tvoja bolja od života, moje će te usne slavit'.

For thi merci is betere than lyues; my lippis schulen herie thee.

4 Tako ću te slavit' za života, u tvoje ću ime ruke dizati.

So Y schal blesse thee in my lijf; and in thi name Y schal reise myn hondis.

5 Duša će mi biti kao sala i mrsa sita, hvalit ću te kliktavim ustima.

Mi soule be fillid as with inner fatnesse and vttermere fatnesse; and my mouth schal herie with lippis of ful out ioiyng.

6 Na postelji se tebe spominjem, u bdjenjima noćnim mislim na tebe.

So Y hadde mynde on thee on my bed, in morewtidis Y shal thenke of thee;

7 Ti postade meni pomoć, kličem u sjeni krila tvojih.

for thou were myn helpere. And in the keueryng of thi wyngis Y schal make `ful out ioye, my soule cleuede after thee;

8 Duša se moja k tebi privija, desnica me tvoja drži.

thi riythond took me vp.

9 Oni što dušu u propast guraju neka siđu u dubinu zemlje,

Forsothe thei souyten in veyn my lijf, thei schulen entre in to the lower thingis of erthe;

10 nek' vlasti mača predani budu, nek' postanu plijen šakalima.

thei schulen be bitakun in to the hondis of swerd, thei schulen be maad the partis of foxis.

11 A kralj će se radovat' u Bogu, slavit će se tko se kune njime, jer će lašcima biti začepljena usta.

But the king schal be glad in God; and alle men schulen be preysid that sweren in hym, for the mouth of hem, that speken wickid thingis, is stoppid.