Psalms 31
1 To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David. In thee, Jehovah, do I trust; let me never be ashamed: deliver me in thy righteousness.
To victorie, the salm of Dauid. Lord, Y hopide in thee, be Y not schent with outen ende; delyuere thou me in thi riytfulnesse.
2 Incline thine ear to me, deliver me speedily; be a strong rock to me, a house of defence to save me.
Bouwe doun thin eere to me; haaste thou to delyuere me. Be thou to me in to God defendere, and in to an hows of refuyt; that thou make me saaf.
3 For thou art my rock and my fortress; and, for thy name's sake, thou wilt lead me and guide me.
For thou art my strengthe and my refuyt; and for thi name thou schalt lede me forth, and schalt nurische me.
4 Draw me out of the net that they have hidden for me; for thou art my strength.
Thou schalt lede me out of the snare, which thei hidden to me; for thou art my defendere.
5 Into thy hand I commit my spirit: thou hast redeemed me, Jehovah, [thou] God of truth.
I bitake my spirit in to thin hondis; Lord God of treuthe, thou hast ayen bouyt me.
6 I have hated them that observe lying vanities; and as for me, I have confided in Jehovah.
Thou hatist hem that kepen vanytees superfluli.
7 I will be glad and rejoice in thy loving-kindness, for thou hast seen mine affliction; thou hast known the troubles of my soul,
Forsothe Y hopide in the Lord; Y schal haue fulli ioie, and schal be glad in thi merci. For thou byheldist my mekenesse; thou sauedist my lijf fro nedis.
8 And hast not shut me up into the hand of the enemy: thou hast set my feet in a large place.
And thou closidist not me togidere withynne the hondis of the enemy; thou hast sett my feet in a large place.
9 Be gracious unto me, Jehovah, for I am in trouble: mine eye wasteth away with vexation, my soul and my belly.
Lord, haue thou merci on me, for Y am troblid; myn iye is troblid in ire, my soule and my wombe `ben troblid.
10 For my life is spent with sorrow, and my years with sighing; my strength faileth through mine iniquity, and my bones are wasted.
For whi my lijf failide in sorewe; and my yeeris in weilynges. Mi vertu is maad feble in pouert; and my boonys ben disturblid.
11 More than to all mine oppressors, I am become exceedingly a reproach, even to my neighbours, and a fear to mine acquaintance: they that see me without flee from me.
Ouer alle myn enemyes Y am maad schenship greetli to my neiyboris; and drede to my knowun. Thei that sien me with outforth, fledden fro me; Y am youun to foryetyng,
12 I am forgotten in [their] heart as a dead man; I am become like a broken vessel.
as a deed man fro herte. I am maad as a lorun vessel;
13 For I have heard the slander of many — terror on every side — when they take counsel together against me: they plot to take away my life.
for Y herde dispisyng of many men dwellynge in cumpas. In that thing the while thei camen togidere ayens me; thei counceliden to take my lijf.
14 But I confided in thee, Jehovah; I said, thou art my God.
But, Lord, Y hopide in thee; Y seide, Thou art my God; my tymes ben in thin hondis.
15 My times are in thy hand: deliver me from the hand of mine enemies, and from my persecutors.
Delyuer thou me fro the hondis of mynen enemyes; and fro hem that pursuen me.
16 Make thy face to shine upon thy servant; save me in thy loving-kindness.
Make thou cleer thi face on thi seruaunt; Lord, make thou me saaf in thi merci;
17 Jehovah, let me not be ashamed; for I have called upon thee: let the wicked be ashamed, let them be silent in Sheol. (Sheol h7585)
be Y not schent, for Y inwardli clepide thee. Unpitouse men be aschamed, and be led forth in to helle; (Sheol h7585)
18 Let the lying lips become dumb, which speak insolently against the righteous in pride and contempt.
gileful lippys be maad doumbe. That speken wickidnesse ayens a iust man; in pride, and in mysusyng.
19 [Oh] how great is thy goodness, which thou hast laid up for them that fear thee, [which] thou hast wrought for them that trust in thee, before the sons of men!
Lord, the multitude of thi swetnesse is ful greet; which thou hast hid to men dredynge thee. Thou hast maad a perfit thing to hem, that hopen in thee; in the siyt of the sones of men.
20 Thou keepest them concealed in the secret of thy presence from the conspiracies of man; thou hidest them in a pavilion from the strife of tongues.
Thou schalt hide hem in the priuyte of thi face; fro disturblyng of men. Thou schalt defende hem in thi tabernacle; fro ayenseiyng of tungis.
21 Blessed be Jehovah; for he hath shewn me wondrously his loving-kindness in a strong city.
Blessid be the Lord; for he hath maad wondurful his merci to me in a strengthid citee.
22 As for me, I said in my haste, I am cut off from before thine eyes; nevertheless thou heardest the voice of my supplications when I cried unto thee.
Forsothe Y seide in the passyng of my soule; Y am cast out fro the face of thin iyen. Therfor thou herdist the vois of my preier; while Y criede to thee.
23 Love Jehovah, all ye his saints. Jehovah preserveth the faithful, and plentifully requiteth the proud doer.
Alle ye hooli men of the Lord, loue hym; for the Lord schal seke treuthe, and he schal yelde plenteuousli to hem that doen pride.
24 Be strong, and let your heart take courage, all ye that hope in Jehovah.
Alle ye that hopen in the Lord, do manli; and youre herte be coumfortid.
