Psalms 39

1 To the excellent musician Ieduthun. I thought, I will take heede to my wayes, that I sinne not with my tongue: I will keepe my mouth brideled, while the wicked is in my sight.

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 I was dumme and spake nothing: I kept silece euen from good, and my sorow was more stirred.

I was doumb, and was mekid ful gretli, and was stille fro goodis; and my sorewe was renulid.

3 Mine heart was hote within me, and while I was musing, the fire kindeled, and I spake with my tongue, saying,

Myn herte was hoot with ynne me; and fier schal brenne out in my thenkyng.

4 Lord, let me know mine ende, and the measure of my dayes, what it is: let mee knowe howe long I haue to liue.

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 Beholde, thou hast made my dayes as an hand breadth, and mine age as nothing in respect of thee: surely euery man in his best state is altogether vanitie. (Selah)

Lo! thou hast set my daies mesurable; and my substaunce is as nouyt bifor thee. Netheles al vanytee; ech man lyuynge.

6 Doubtlesse man walketh in a shadowe, and disquieteth himselfe in vaine: he heapeth vp riches, and cannot tell who shall gather 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 And now Lord, what wait I for? mine hope is euen in thee.

And now which is myn abiding? whether not the Lord? and my substaunce is at thee.

8 Deliuer me from all my transgressions, and make me not a rebuke vnto the foolish.

Delyuere thou me fro alle my wickidnessis; thou hast youe me schenschip to the vnkunnynge.

9 I should haue bene dumme, and not haue opened my mouth, because thou didest it.

I was doumbe, and openyde not my mouth; for thou hast maad,

10 Take thy plague away from mee: for I am consumed by the stroke of thine hand.

remoue thou thi woundis fro me.

11 When thou with rebukes doest chastise man for iniquitie, thou as a mothe makest his beautie to consume: surely euery man is vanitie. (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 Heare my prayer, O Lord, and hearken vnto my cry: keepe not silence at my teares, for I am a strager with thee, and a soiourner as all my fathers.

Lord, here thou my preier and my bisechyng; perseyue thou with eeris my teeris.

13 Stay thine anger from me, that I may recouer my strength, before I go hence and be not.

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.