Psalms 141

1 A Psalme of David. O Lord, I call vpon thee: haste thee vnto me: heare my voyce, when I cry vnto thee.

`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 Let my prayer be directed in thy sight as incense, and the lifting vp of mine hands as an euening sacrifice.

Mi preier be dressid as encense in thi siyt; the reisyng of myn hondis be as the euentid sacrifice.

3 Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth, and keepe the doore of my lips.

Lord, sette thou a keping to my mouth; and a dore of stonding aboute to my lippis.

4 Incline not mine heart to euill, that I should commit wicked workes with men that worke iniquitie: and let me not eate of their delicates.

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 the righteous smite me: for that is a benefite: and let him reprooue me, and it shalbe a precious oyle, that shall not breake mine head: for within a while I shall euen pray in their miseries.

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 When their iudges shall be cast downe in stonie places, they shall heare my wordes, for they are sweete.

for the domesmen of hem ioyned to the stoon weren sopun vp. Here thei my wordis,

7 Our bones lye scattered at the graues mouth, as he that heweth wood or diggeth in the earth. (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 mine eyes looke vnto thee, O Lord God: in thee is my trust: leaue not my soule destitute.

for myn iyen ben to thee, Y hopide in thee; take thou not awei my soule.

9 Keepe me from the snare, which they haue layde for me, and from the grennes of the workers of iniquitie.

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 the wicked fall into his nettes together, whiles I escape.

Y am aloone til Y passe.