Psalms 61

1 For the music director. With stringed instruments. A psalm of David. God, please hear my cry for help; please listen to my prayer.

To the victorie on orgun, to Dauid hym silf. God, here thou my biseching; yyue thou tent to my preyer.

2 From this distant place, far from home, I cry out to you as my courage fails. Take me to a rock high above me where I will be safe,

Fro the endis of the lond Y criede to thee; the while myn herte was angwischid, thou enhaunsidist me in a stoon.

3 for you are my protection, a strong tower where my enemies cannot attack me.

Thou laddest me forth, for thou art maad myn hope; a tour of strengthe fro the face of the enemye.

4 Let me live with you forever; protect me under the shelter of your wings. (Selah)

I schal dwelle in thi tabernacle in to worldis; Y schal be keuered in the hilyng of thi wengis.

5 For you, God, have heard the promises I've made. You have given all those who love your character your special blessing.

For thou, my God, hast herd my preier; thou hast youe eritage to hem that dreden thi name.

6 Please give the king many extra years; may his reign last through generations.

Thou schalt adde daies on the daies of the king; hise yeeris til in to the dai of generacioun and of generacioun.

7 May he always live in your presence; may your trustworthy love and faithfulness protect him.

He dwellith with outen ende in the siyt of God; who schal seke the merci and treuthe of hym?

8 Then I will always sing praises to you, and every day I will keep my promises to you.

So Y schal seie salm to thi name in to the world of world; that Y yelde my vowis fro dai in to dai.