Psalms 39
1 To the chief Musician, to Jeduthun. A Psalm of David. I said, I will take heed to my ways, that I sin not with my tongue: I will keep my mouth with a muzzle, while the wicked is before me.
For victorie, to Iditum, the song of Dauid. I seide, Y schal kepe my weies; that Y trespasse not in my tunge. I settide kepyng to my mouth; whanne a synnere stood ayens me.
2 I was dumb with silence, I held my peace from good; and my sorrow was stirred.
I was doumb, and was mekid ful gretli, and was stille fro goodis; and my sorewe was renulid.
3 My heart burned within me; the fire was kindled in my musing: I spoke with my tongue,
Myn herte was hoot with ynne me; and fier schal brenne out in my thenkyng.
4 Make me to know, Jehovah, mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is: I shall know how frail I am.
I spak in my tunge; Lord, make thou myn eende knowun to me. And the noumbre of my daies what it is; that Y wite, what failith to me.
5 Behold, thou hast made my days [as] hand-breadths, and my lifetime is as nothing before thee; verily, every man, [even] the high placed, is altogether vanity. (Selah)
Lo! thou hast set my daies mesurable; and my substaunce is as nouyt bifor thee. Netheles al vanytee; ech man lyuynge.
6 Verily, man walketh in a vain show; verily they are disquieted in vain; he heapeth up [riches], and knoweth not who shall gather them.
Netheles a man passith in ymage; but also he is disturblid veynli. He tresorith; and he noot, to whom he `schal gadere tho thingis.
7 And now, what wait I for, Lord? my hope is in thee.
And now which is myn abiding? whether not the Lord? and my substaunce is at thee.
8 Deliver me from all my transgressions; make me not the reproach of the foolish.
Delyuere thou me fro alle my wickidnessis; thou hast youe me schenschip to the vnkunnynge.
9 I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; for thou hast done [it].
I was doumbe, and openyde not my mouth; for thou hast maad,
10 Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.
remoue thou thi woundis fro me.
11 When thou with rebukes dost correct a man for iniquity, thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: surely, every man is vanity. (Selah)
Fro the strengthe of thin hond Y failide in blamyngis; for wickidnesse thou hast chastisid man. And thou madist his lijf to faile as an yreyne; netheles ech man is disturblid in veyn.
12 Hear my prayer, Jehovah, and give ear unto my cry; be not silent at my tears: for I am a stranger with thee, a sojourner, like all my fathers.
Lord, here thou my preier and my bisechyng; perseyue thou with eeris my teeris.
13 Look away from me, and let me recover strength, before I go hence and be no more.
Be thou not stille, for Y am a comelyng at thee; and a pilgrime, as alle my fadris. Foryyue thou to me, that Y be refreischid, bifor that Y go; and Y schal no more be.
