Psalms 141
1 A psalm of David. Lord, I'm calling out to you! Please hurry up and help me! Please listen to me when I cry out to you!
`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 May my prayer be like incense before you, my uplifted hands like an evening offering.
Mi preier be dressid as encense in thi siyt; the reisyng of myn hondis be as the euentid sacrifice.
3 Lord, make sure I don't say anything I shouldn't—keep a watch over my conversations.
Lord, sette thou a keping to my mouth; and a dore of stonding aboute to my lippis.
4 Don't let me think about evil things or take part in doing anything wrong with wicked people. I won't join in eating fancy food at their feasts.
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 Let a good person punish me in love—let them correct me. It will be like an anointing—I won't refuse it. But I still pray against those who do evil.
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 They shall be thrown down by the power of the rock that judges them, and then they will recognize what I said was true!
for the domesmen of hem ioyned to the stoon weren sopun vp. Here thei my wordis,
7 Just as the earth is broken up by the plough, so shall their bones be scattered at the mouth of Sheol. (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 I'm looking to you, Lord God, for I find protection in you. Don't let me die!
for myn iyen ben to thee, Y hopide in thee; take thou not awei my soule.
9 Keep me safe from the traps they have set to catch me, from the snares of evil people.
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 Let them fall into their own traps while I pass by unharmed.
Y am aloone til Y passe.
