Psalms 141

1 I have cried to the, O Lord, hear me: hearken to my voice, when I cry to thee.

`The salm `of Dauith. Lord, Y criede to thee, here thou me; yyue thou tent to my vois, whanne Y schal crye to thee.

2 Let my prayer be directed as incense in thy sight; the lifting up of my hands, as evening sacrifice.

Mi preier be dressid as encense in thi siyt; the reisyng of myn hondis be as the euentid sacrifice.

3 Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth: and a door round about my lips.

Lord, sette thou a keping to my mouth; and a dore of stonding aboute to my lippis.

4 Incline not my heart to evil words; to make excuses in sins. With men that work iniquity: and I will not communicate with the choicest of them.

Bowe thou not myn herte in to wordis of malice; to excuse excusingis in synne. With men worchinge wickidnesse; and Y schal not comyne with the chosun men of hem.

5 The just shall correct me in mercy, and shall reprove me: but let not the oil of the sinner fatten my head. For my prayer also shall still be against the things with which they are well pleased:

A iust man schal repreue me in mersi, and schal blame me; but the oile of a synner make not fat myn heed. For whi and yit my preier is in the wel plesaunt thingis of hem;

6 Their judges falling upon the rock have been swallowed up. They shall hear my words, for they have prevailed:

for the domesmen of hem ioyned to the stoon weren sopun vp. Here thei my wordis,

7 As when the thickness of the earth is broken up upon the ground: Our bones are scattered by the side of hell. (Sheol h7585)

for tho weren myyti. As fatnesse is brokun out on the erthe; oure bonys ben scatered niy helle. Lord, Lord, (Sheol h7585)

8 But o to thee, O Lord, Lord, are my eyes: in thee have I put my trust, take not away my soul.

for myn iyen ben to thee, Y hopide in thee; take thou not awei my soule.

9 Keep me from the snare, which they have laid for me, and from the stumblingblocks of them that work iniquity.

Kepe thou me fro the snare which thei ordeyneden to me; and fro the sclaundris of hem that worchen wickidnesse. Synneris schulen falle in the nett therof;

10 The wicked shall fall in his net: I am alone until I pass.

Y am aloone til Y passe.