Psalms 40
1 Unto the end, a psalm for David himself. With expectation I have waited for the Lord, and he was attentive to me.
For victorie, the song of Dauid. Y abidynge abood the Lord; and he yaf tent to me.
2 And he heard my prayers, and brought me out of the pit of misery and the mire of dregs. And he set my feet upon a rock, and directed my steps.
And he herde my preieris; and he ledde out me fro the lake of wretchidnesse, and fro the filthe of draft. And he ordeynede my feet on a stoon; and he dresside my goyngis.
3 And he put a new canticle into my mouth, a song to our God. Many shall see, and shall fear: and they shall hope in the Lord.
And he sente in to my mouth a newe song; a song to oure God. Many men schulen se, and schulen drede; and schulen haue hope in the Lord.
4 Blessed is the man whose trust is in the name of the Lord; and who hath not had regard to vanities, and lying follies.
Blessid is the man, of whom the name of the Lord is his hope; and he bihelde not in to vanitees, and in to false woodnesses.
5 Thou hast multiplied thy wonderful works, O Lord my God: and in thy thoughts there is no one like to thee. I have declared and I have spoken they are multiplied above number.
Mi Lord God, thou hast maad thi merueils manye; and in thi thouytis noon is, that is lijk thee. I teld, and Y spak; and thei ben multiplied aboue noumbre.
6 Sacrifice and oblation thou didst not desire; but thou hast pierced ears for me. Burnt offering and sin offering thou didst not require:
Thou noldist sacrifice and offryng; but thou madist perfitli eeris to me. Thou axidist not brent sacrifice, and sacrifice for synne;
7 Then said I, Behold I come. In the head of the book it is written of me
thanne Y seide, Lo! Y come. In the heed of the book it is writun of me,
8 That I should do thy will: O my God, I have desired it, and thy law in the midst of my heart.
that Y schulde do thi wille; my God, Y wolde; and thi lawe in the myddis of myn herte.
9 I have declared thy justice in a great church, lo, I will not restrain my lips: O Lord, thou knowest it.
I telde thi riytfulnesse in a greet chirche; lo! Y schal not refreine my lippis, Lord, thou wistist.
10 I have not hid thy justice within my heart: I have declared thy truth and thy salvation. I have not concealed thy mercy and thy truth from a great council.
I hidde not thi riytfulnesse in myn herte; Y seide thi treuthe and thin helthe. I hidde not thi mercy and thi treuthe; fro a myche counsel.
11 Withhold not thou, O Lord, thy tender mercies from me: thy mercy and thy truth have always upheld me.
But thou, Lord, make not fer thi merciful doyngis fro me; thi mercy and treuthe euere token me vp.
12 For evils without number have surrounded me; my iniquities have overtaken me, and I was not able to see. They are multiplied above the hairs of my head: and my heart hath forsaken me.
For whi yuels, of whiche is no noumbre, cumpassiden me; my wickidnessis token me, and y myyte not, that Y schulde se. Tho ben multiplied aboue the heeris of myn heed; and myn herte forsook me.
13 Be pleased, O Lord, to deliver me, look down, O Lord, to help me.
Lord, plese it to thee, that thou delyuere me; Lord, biholde thou to helpe me.
14 Let them be confounded and ashamed together, that seek after my soul to take it away. Let them be turned backward and be ashamed that desire evils to me.
Be thei schent, and aschamed togidere; that seken my lijf, to take awei it. Be thei turned abac, and be thei schamed; that wolen yuels to me.
15 Let them immediately bear their confusion, that say to me: Tis well, tis well.
Bere thei her confusioun anoon; that seien to me, Wel! wel! `that is, in scorn.
16 Let all that seek thee rejoice and be glad in thee: and let such as love thy salvation say always: The Lord be magnified.
Alle men that seken thee, be fulli ioyful, and be glad on thee; and seie thei, that louen thin helthe, The Lord be magnyfied euere.
17 But I am a beggar and poor: the Lord is careful for me. Thou art my helper and my protector: O my God, be not slack.
Forsothe Y am a beggere and pore; the Lord is bisi of me. Thou arte myn helpere and my defendere; my God, tarie thou not.
