Psalms 71
1 In thee, O Lord, I trust: let me neuer be ashamed.
Lord, Y hopide in thee, be Y not schent with outen ende;
2 Rescue mee and deliuer me in thy righteousnes: incline thine eare vnto me and saue me.
in thi riytwisnesse delyuere thou me, and rauysche me out. Bowe doun thin eere to me; and make me saaf.
3 Be thou my strong rocke, whereunto I may alway resort: thou hast giuen commandement to saue me: for thou art my rocke, and my fortresse.
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 Deliuer mee, O my God, out of the hande of the wicked: out of the hande of the euill and cruell man.
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 thou art mine hope, O Lord God, euen my trust from my youth.
For thou, Lord, art my pacience; Lord, thou art myn hope fro my yongthe.
6 Vpon thee haue I beene stayed from the wombe: thou art he that tooke me out of my mothers bowels: my praise shalbe alwaies of thee.
In thee Y am confermyd fro the wombe; thou art my defendere fro the wombe of my modir.
7 I am become as it were a monster vnto many: but thou art my sure trust.
My syngyng is euere in thee; Y am maad as a greet wonder to many men; and thou art a strong helpere.
8 Let my mouth be filled with thy praise, and with thy glory euery day.
My mouth be fillid with heriyng; that Y synge thi glorie, al dai thi greetnesse.
9 Cast mee not off in the time of age: forsake me not when my strength faileth.
Caste thou not awei me in the tyme of eldnesse; whanne my vertu failith, forsake thou not me.
10 For mine enemies speake of mee, and they that lay waite for my soule, take their counsell together,
For myn enemyes seiden of me; and thei that kepten my lijf maden counsel togidere.
11 Saying, God hath forsaken him: pursue and take him, for there is none to deliuer him.
Seiynge, God hath forsake hym; pursue ye, and take hym; for noon is that schal delyuere.
12 Goe not farre from me, O God: my God, haste thee to helpe me.
God, be thou not maad afer fro me; my God, biholde thou in to myn help.
13 Let them be confounded and consumed that are against my soule: let them be couered with reproofe and confusion, that seeke mine hurt.
Men that bacbiten my soule, be schent, and faile thei; and be thei hilid with schenschip and schame, that seken yuels to me.
14 But I will waite continually, and will praise thee more and more.
But Y schal hope euere; and Y schal adde euere ouer al thi preising.
15 My mouth shall daily rehearse thy righteousnesse, and thy saluation: for I knowe not the nomber.
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 goe forwarde in the strength of the Lord God, and will make mention of thy righteousnesse, euen of thine onely.
Lord, Y schal bithenke on thi riytfulnesse aloone.
17 O God, thou hast taught me from my youth euen vntill nowe: therefore will I tell of thy wonderous workes,
God, thou hast tauyt me fro my yongthe, and `til to now; Y schal telle out thi merueilis.
18 Yea, euen vnto mine olde age and graie head, O God: forsake me not, vntill I haue declared thine arme vnto this generation, and thy power to all them, that shall come.
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 And thy righteousnes, O God, I wil exalt on high: for thou hast done great thinges: O God, who is like vnto thee!
and thi riytfulnesse, God, til in to the hiyeste grete dedis which thou hast do; God, who is lijk thee?
20 Which hast shewed me great troubles and aduersities, but thou wilt returne, and reuiue me, and wilt come againe, and take mee vp from the depth 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 Thou wilt increase mine honour, and returne and comfort me.
Thou hast multiplied thi greet doyng; and thou conuertid hast coumfortid me.
22 Therefore will I praise thee for thy faithfulnesse, O God, vpon instrument and viole: vnto thee will I sing vpon the harpe, O 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 My lippes will reioyce when I sing vnto thee, and my soule, which thou hast deliuered.
Mi lippis schulen make fulli ioye, whanne Y schal synge to thee; and my soule, which thou ayen bouytist.
24 My tongue also shall talke of thy righteousnesse daily: for they are confounded and brought vnto shame, that seeke mine hurt.
But and my tunge schal thenke al dai on thi riytfulnesse; whanne thei schulen be schent and aschamed, that seken yuelis to me.
