Psalms 86
1 A prayer of David. Please listen to me, Lord! Please answer me, for I am weak and really need your help!
The preier of Dauid. Lord, bowe doun thin eere, and here me; for Y am nedi and pore.
2 Don't let me die, for I am faithful to you. Save me, for I am your servant and I trust in you. You are my God.
Kepe thou my lijf, for Y am holi; my God, make thou saaf thi seruaunt hopynge in thee.
3 Be kind to me, Lord, for I call out to you all day long.
Lord, haue thou merci on me, for Y criede al day to thee;
4 Make me happy, Lord, for I've dedicated my life to you.
make thou glad the soule of thi seruaunt, for whi, Lord, Y haue reisid my soule to thee.
5 For you, Lord, are good; you are forgiving and full of trustworthy love for all who come to you.
For thou, Lord, art swete and mylde; and of myche merci to alle men inwardli clepynge thee.
6 Lord, please listen to my prayer. Hear my call for help.
Lord, perseyue thou my preier with eeris; and yyue thou tente to the vois of my bisechyng.
7 When I'm in trouble I cry out to you because I know you will answer me.
In the dai of my tribulacioun Y criede to thee; for thou herdist me.
8 There's no one like you among the “gods,” Lord. No one can do the things you do.
Lord, noon among goddis is lijk thee; and noon is euene to thi werkis.
9 You created all the nations, and they will come and bow down before you, Lord. They will declare how wonderful you are.
Lord, alle folkis, whiche euere thou madist, schulen come, and worschipe bifore thee; and thei schulen glorifie thi name.
10 For you are great, and do wonderful things! Only you are God.
For thou art ful greet, and makinge merueils; thou art God aloone.
11 Lord, please teach me your way, so I can depend on your trustworthiness. Make me single-minded, so I can consistently honor the kind of person you are.
Lord, lede thou me forth in thi weie, and Y schal entre in thi treuthe; myn herte be glad, that it drede thi name.
12 Lord my God, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I will praise your character forever.
Mi Lord God, Y schal knouleche to thee in al myn herte; and Y schal glorifie thi name withouten ende.
For thi merci is greet on me; and thou deliueridist my soule fro the lower helle. (Sheol h7585)
14 God, arrogant people are attacking me, vicious people are trying to kill me. To them you count for nothing.
God, wickid men han rise vp on me; and the synagoge of myyti men han souyt my lijf; and thei han not set forth thee in her siyt.
15 But you, Lord, are a compassionate and gracious God, slow to become angry, full of trustworthy love and faithfulness.
And thou, Lord God, doynge merci, and merciful; pacient, and of myche merci, and sothefast.
16 Turn to me, have mercy on me. Give me your strength, your servant; save the son of your servant-girl.
Biholde on me, and haue mercy on me, yyue thou the empire to thi child; and make thou saaf the sone of thin handmayden.
17 Show me a sign that you approve of me! Those who hate me will see it, and they will be ashamed because you, Lord, have helped me.
Make thou with me a signe in good, that thei se, that haten me, and be aschamed; for thou, Lord, hast helpid me, and hast coumfortid me.
