Psalms 141

1 LORD, I cry unto thee: make haste unto me; give ear unto my voice, when I cry unto 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 set forth before thee as incense; and the lifting up of my hands as the evening 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; keep the door of my lips.

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

4 Incline not my heart to any evil thing, to practise wicked works with men that work iniquity: and let me not eat of their dainties.

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; it shall be a kindness: and let him reprove me; it shall be an excellent oil, which shall not break my head: for yet my prayer also shall be in their calamities.

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 judges are overthrown in stony places, they shall hear my words; for they are sweet.

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

7 Our bones are scattered at the grave’s mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon 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 are unto thee, O God the Lord: in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.

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

9 Keep me from the snares which they have laid for me, and the gins of the workers of iniquity.

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 their own nets, whilst that I withal escape.

Y am aloone til Y passe.