Psalms 5
1 To him that excelleth upon Nehiloth. A Psalme of Dauid. Heare my wordes, O Lord: vnderstande my (meditation)
To the ouercomere on the eritagis, the song of Dauid. Lord, perseyue thou my wordis with eeris; vndurstonde thou my cry.
2 Hearken vnto the voyce of my crie, my King and my God: for vnto thee doe I pray.
Mi kyng, and my God; yyue thou tent to the vois of my preier.
3 Heare my voyce in the morning, O Lord: for in the morning will I direct me vnto thee, and I will waite.
For, Lord, Y schal preie to thee; here thou eerly my vois.
4 For thou art not a God that loueth wickednes: neither shall euill dwell with thee.
Eerli Y schal stonde nyy thee, and Y schal se; for thou art God not willynge wickidnesse.
5 The foolish shall not stand in thy sight: for thou hatest all them that worke iniquitie.
Nethir an yuel willid man schal dwelle bisidis thee; nethir vniust men schulen dwelle bifor thin iyen.
6 Thou shalt destroy them that speake lyes: the Lord will abhorre the bloodie man and deceitfull.
Thou hatist alle that worchen wickidnesse; thou schalt leese alle that speken leesyng. The Lord schal holde abhomynable a manquellere, and gileful man.
7 But I wil come into thine house in the multitude of thy mercie: and in thy feare will I worship toward thine holy Temple.
But, Lord, in the multitude of thi merci Y schal entre in to thin hows; Y schal worschipe to thin hooli temple in thi drede.
8 Leade me, O Lord, in thy righteousnes, because of mine enemies: make thy way plaine before my face.
Lord, lede thou forth me in thi riytfulnesse for myn enemyes; dresse thou my weie in thi siyt.
9 For no constancie is in their mouth: within, they are very corruption: their throte is an open sepulchre, and they flatter with their tongue.
For whi treuthe is not in her mouth; her herte is veyn.
10 Destroy them, O God: let them fall from their counsels: cast them out for the multitude of their iniquities, because they haue rebelled against thee.
Her throte is an opyn sepulcre, thei diden gilefuli with her tungis; God, deme thou hem. Falle thei doun fro her thouytis, vp the multitude of her wickidnessis caste thou hem doun; for, Lord, thei han terrid thee to ire.
11 And let all them that trust in thee, reioyce and triumph for euer, and couer thou them: and let them, that loue thy Name, reioyce in thee.
And alle that hopen in thee, be glad; thei schulen make fulli ioye with outen ende, and thou schalt dwelle in hem. And alle that louen thi name schulen haue glorie in thee;
12 For thou Lord wilt blesse the righteous, and with fauour wilt compasse him, as with a shielde.
for thou schalt blesse a iust man. Lord, thou hast corouned vs, as with the scheeld of thi good wille.
