Psalms 5
1 Unto the end, for her that obtaineth the inheritance. A psalm of David. Give ear, O Lord, to my words, understand my cry.
To the ouercomere on the eritagis, the song of Dauid. Lord, perseyue thou my wordis with eeris; vndurstonde thou my cry.
2 Hearken to the voice of my prayer, O my King and my God.
Mi kyng, and my God; yyue thou tent to the vois of my preier.
3 For to thee will I pray: O Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear my voice.
For, Lord, Y schal preie to thee; here thou eerly my vois.
4 In the morning I will stand before thee, and will see: because thou art not a God that willest iniquity.
Eerli Y schal stonde nyy thee, and Y schal se; for thou art God not willynge wickidnesse.
5 Neither shall the wicked dwell near thee: nor shall the unjust abide before thy eyes.
Nethir an yuel willid man schal dwelle bisidis thee; nethir vniust men schulen dwelle bifor thin iyen.
6 Thou hatest all the workers of iniquity: Thou wilt destroy all that speak a lie. The bloody and the deceitful man the Lord will abhor.
Thou hatist alle that worchen wickidnesse; thou schalt leese alle that speken leesyng. The Lord schal holde abhomynable a manquellere, and gileful man.
7 But as for me in the multitude of thy mercy, I will come into thy house; I will worship towards thy holy temple, in thy fear.
But, Lord, in the multitude of thi merci Y schal entre in to thin hows; Y schal worschipe to thin hooli temple in thi drede.
8 Conduct me, O Lord, in thy justice: because of my enemies, direct my way in thy sight.
Lord, lede thou forth me in thi riytfulnesse for myn enemyes; dresse thou my weie in thi siyt.
9 For there is no truth in their mouth; their heart is vain.
For whi treuthe is not in her mouth; her herte is veyn.
10 Their throat is an open sepulchre: they dealt deceitfully with their tongues: judge them, O God. Let them fall from their devices: according to the multitude of their wickedness cast them out: for they have provoked thee, O Lord.
Her throte is an opyn sepulcre, thei diden gilefuli with her tungis; God, deme thou hem. Falle thei doun fro her thouytis, vp the multitude of her wickidnessis caste thou hem doun; for, Lord, thei han terrid thee to ire.
11 But let all them be glad that hope in thee: they shall rejoice for ever, and thou shalt dwell in them. And all they that love thy name shall glory in thee:
And alle that hopen in thee, be glad; thei schulen make fulli ioye with outen ende, and thou schalt dwelle in hem. And alle that louen thi name schulen haue glorie in thee;
12 For thou wilt bless the just. O Lord, thou hast crowned us, as with a shield of thy good will.
for thou schalt blesse a iust man. Lord, thou hast corouned vs, as with the scheeld of thi good wille.
