Psalms 39
1 For Jeduthun, the music director. A psalm of David. I told myself, “I will be careful in what I do, and not sin in what I say. I will keep my mouth shut when the wicked are around.”
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 So I was completely silent—I didn't even say anything good. But the pain inside only got worse.
I was doumb, and was mekid ful gretli, and was stille fro goodis; and my sorewe was renulid.
3 My mind burned as if on fire; I had to say what I was thinking:
Myn herte was hoot with ynne me; and fier schal brenne out in my thenkyng.
4 Lord, remind me. How short is my life? How long do I have? Remind me how quickly my life will pass.
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 Just look at the tiny amount of days you have given me! In your eyes my whole lifetime is like nothing. Our lives here are just a breath… (Selah)
Lo! thou hast set my daies mesurable; and my substaunce is as nouyt bifor thee. Netheles al vanytee; ech man lyuynge.
6 Human beings are just shadows walking around. They pointlessly rush through life, trying to pile up possessions without knowing who will get 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 So Lord, what am I looking for? I put my hope in you.
And now which is myn abiding? whether not the Lord? and my substaunce is at thee.
8 Save me from my rebellion. Don't let me be mocked by fools.
Delyuere thou me fro alle my wickidnessis; thou hast youe me schenschip to the vnkunnynge.
9 I will stay quiet, I won't say a word, for it's you who has done this to me.
I was doumbe, and openyde not my mouth; for thou hast maad,
10 Please stop hitting me! Your beating has worn me out!
remoue thou thi woundis fro me.
11 When you discipline us, reprimanding us for our sins, it's like a moth eating up what is precious to us. All of us are just a breath… (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 Please hear my prayer, Lord! Listen to my cry for help! Don't be deaf to my weeping. Please treat me as your guest, passing through, just like my forefathers.
Lord, here thou my preier and my bisechyng; perseyue thou with eeris my teeris.
13 Please leave me alone so I can be cheerful again, before I am dead and gone.
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.
