Psalms 143
1 A Psalm of David. O LORD, hear my prayer. In Your faithfulness, give ear to my plea; in Your righteousness, answer me.
The salm of Dauid. Lord, here thou my preier, with eeris perseyue thou my biseching; in thi treuthe here thou me, in thi riytwisnesse.
2 Do not bring Your servant into judgment, for no one alive is righteous before You.
And entre thou not in to dom with thi seruaunt; for ech man lyuynge schal not be maad iust in thi siyt.
3 For the enemy has pursued my soul, crushing my life to the ground, making me dwell in darkness like those long since dead.
For the enemy pursuede my soule; he made lowe my lijf in erthe. He hath set me in derk placis, as the deed men of the world,
4 My spirit grows faint within me; my heart is dismayed inside me.
and my spirit was angwischid on me; myn herte was disturblid in me.
5 I remember the days of old; I meditate on all Your works; I consider the work of Your hands.
I was myndeful of elde daies, Y bithouyte in alle thi werkis; Y bithouyte in the dedis of thin hondis.
6 I stretch out my hands to You; my soul thirsts for You like a parched land.
I helde forth myn hondis to thee; my soule as erthe with out water to thee.
7 Answer me quickly, O LORD; my spirit fails. Do not hide Your face from me, or I will be like those who descend to the Pit.
Lord, here thou me swiftli; my spirit failide. Turne thou not a wei thi face fro me; and Y schal be lijk to hem that gon doun in to the lake.
8 Let me hear Your loving devotion in the morning, for I have put my trust in You. Teach me the way I should walk, for to You I lift up my soul.
Make thou erli thi merci herd to me; for Y hopide in thee. Make thou knowun to me the weie in which Y schal go; for Y reiside my soule to thee.
9 Deliver me from my enemies, O LORD; I flee to You for refuge.
Delyuere thou me fro myn enemyes, Lord, Y fledde to thee;
10 Teach me to do Your will, for You are my God. May Your good Spirit lead me on level ground.
teche thou me to do thi wille, for thou art my God. Thi good spirit schal lede me forth in to a riytful lond;
11 For the sake of Your name, O LORD, revive me. In Your righteousness, bring my soul out of trouble.
Lord, for thi name thou schalt quikene me in thin equite. Thou schalt lede my soule out of tribulacioun;
12 And in Your loving devotion, cut off my enemies. Destroy all who afflict me, for I am Your servant.
and in thi merci thou schalt scatere alle myn enemyes. And thou schalt leese alle them, that troublen my soule; for Y am thi seruaunt.
