Psalms 63

1 A Psalm of David, when he was in the Wilderness of Judah. O God, You are my God. Earnestly I seek You; my soul thirsts for You. My body yearns for You in a dry and weary land without water.

`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 So I have seen You in the sanctuary and beheld Your power and glory.

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 Because Your loving devotion is better than life, my lips will glorify You.

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

4 So I will bless You as long as I live; in Your name I will lift my hands.

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

5 My soul is satisfied as with the richest of foods; with joyful lips my mouth will praise You.

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

6 When I remember You on my bed, I think of You through the watches of the night.

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

7 For You are my help; I will sing for joy in the shadow of Your wings.

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

8 My soul clings to You; Your right hand upholds me.

thi riythond took me vp.

9 But those who seek my life to destroy it will go into the depths of the earth.

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

10 They will fall to the power of the sword; they will become a portion for foxes.

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

11 But the king will rejoice in God; all who swear by Him will exult, for the mouths of liars will be shut.

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.