Psalms 143
1 A Psalm of David. Jehovah, hear my prayer; give ear to my supplications: in thy faithfulness answer me, in thy righteousness.
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 And enter not into judgment with thy servant; for in thy sight no man living shall be justified.
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 persecuteth my soul: he hath crushed my life down to the earth; he hath made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long 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 And my spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
and my spirit was angwischid on me; myn herte was disturblid in me.
5 I remember the days of old: I meditate on all thy doing; I muse on the work of thy hands.
I was myndeful of elde daies, Y bithouyte in alle thi werkis; Y bithouyte in the dedis of thin hondis.
6 I stretch forth my hands unto thee: my soul, as a parched land, [thirsteth] after thee. (Selah)
I helde forth myn hondis to thee; my soule as erthe with out water to thee.
7 Answer me speedily, O Jehovah; my spirit faileth: hide not thy face from me, or I shall be like unto them that go down into 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 Cause me to hear thy loving-kindness in the morning, for in thee do I confide; make me to know the way wherein I should walk, for unto thee do 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, O Jehovah, from mine enemies: unto thee do I flee for refuge.
Delyuere thou me fro myn enemyes, Lord, Y fledde to thee;
10 Teach me to do thy will; for thou art my God: let thy good Spirit lead me in a plain country.
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 Revive me, O Jehovah, for thy name's sake; in thy 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 thy loving-kindness cut off mine enemies, and destroy all them that oppress my soul: for I am thy 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.
