Psalms 71
1 Lord, you are the one who keeps me safe; please don't disappoint me.
Lord, Y hopide in thee, be Y not schent with outen ende;
2 Save me, rescue me, because you always do what is right.
in thi riytwisnesse delyuere thou me, and rauysche me out. Bowe doun thin eere to me; and make me saaf.
3 Please listen to me, and save me. Be my rock of protection where I can always go and hide. You gave the command to save me; for you are my rock and fortress.
Be thou to me in to God a defendere; and in to a strengthid place, that thou make me saaf. For thou art my stidefastnesse; and my refuit.
4 My God, rescue me from the power of the wicked, from the clutches of those who are evil and brutal.
My God, delyuere thou me fro the hoond of the synner; and fro the hoond of a man doynge ayens the lawe, and of the wickid man.
5 For you, Lord God, are my hope. You are the one I have trusted since I was young.
For thou, Lord, art my pacience; Lord, thou art myn hope fro my yongthe.
6 I have depended on you since birth; you have taken care of me from my mother's womb. That's why I'm always praising you!
In thee Y am confermyd fro the wombe; thou art my defendere fro the wombe of my modir.
7 My life has been like a miracle to many people, for you have been my powerful protector.
My syngyng is euere in thee; Y am maad as a greet wonder to many men; and thou art a strong helpere.
8 All day long I am full of praise for you, telling how wonderful you are!
My mouth be fillid with heriyng; that Y synge thi glorie, al dai thi greetnesse.
9 Don't reject me now I'm getting old. When my strength is gone, please don't abandon me.
Caste thou not awei me in the tyme of eldnesse; whanne my vertu failith, forsake thou not me.
10 For my enemies are talking about me; those who want to kill me are plotting together.
For myn enemyes seiden of me; and thei that kepten my lijf maden counsel togidere.
11 They say, “God has given up on him. Let's go after him because there's no one to save him.”
Seiynge, God hath forsake hym; pursue ye, and take hym; for noon is that schal delyuere.
12 God, please don't stay away from me. My God, hurry to help me!
God, be thou not maad afer fro me; my God, biholde thou in to myn help.
13 Defeat my accusers, get rid of them! May those who want to cause me trouble be covered with shame and disgrace!
Men that bacbiten my soule, be schent, and faile thei; and be thei hilid with schenschip and schame, that seken yuels to me.
14 As for me, I will go on hoping in you, and I will praise you more and more.
But Y schal hope euere; and Y schal adde euere ouer al thi preising.
15 I will talk about your goodness and your salvation every day, even though it's more than I can understand.
Mi mouth schal telle thi riytfulnesse; al dai thin helthe. For Y knewe not lettrure, Y schal entre in to the poweres of the Lord;
16 I will come and explain what the Lord has done. I will remind people that you alone do what is right.
Lord, Y schal bithenke on thi riytfulnesse aloone.
17 God, you have taught me since I was young, and I still tell others about all the wonderful things you do.
God, thou hast tauyt me fro my yongthe, and `til to now; Y schal telle out thi merueilis.
18 Even though I'm old and gray, please don't abandon me, God. Let me tell the new generation about your power. Let me explain to all who are to come the great things you do.
And til in to `the eldnesse and the laste age; God, forsake thou not me. Til Y telle thin arm; to eche generacioun, that schal come. Til Y telle thi myyt,
19 God, your trustworthy and true nature is higher than the highest heaven! You have done incredible things! God, who is like you?
and thi riytfulnesse, God, til in to the hiyeste grete dedis which thou hast do; God, who is lijk thee?
20 You had me face many troubles and plenty of misery, but you will bring me back to life; you will rise me up from the depths of the earth.
Hou grete tribulaciouns many and yuele hast thou schewid to me; and thou conuertid hast quykenyd me, and hast eft brouyt me ayen fro the depthis of erthe.
21 You will give me even greater prestige, and you will make me happy again.
Thou hast multiplied thi greet doyng; and thou conuertid hast coumfortid me.
22 Then I will praise you on the harp for your trustworthiness, my God. I will sing praises to you on the lyre, Holy One of Israel.
For whi and Y schal knowleche to thee, thou God, thi treuthe in the instrumentis of salm; Y schal synge in an harpe to thee, that art the hooli of Israel.
23 I will shout for joy as I sing praises to you, for you have redeemed me.
Mi lippis schulen make fulli ioye, whanne Y schal synge to thee; and my soule, which thou ayen bouytist.
24 All day long I will tell about all the good things you have done, for those who tried to cause me misery have been disgraced and humiliated.
But and my tunge schal thenke al dai on thi riytfulnesse; whanne thei schulen be schent and aschamed, that seken yuelis to me.
