Psalms 71
1 In thee, O Yhwh, do I put my trust: let me never be put to confusion.
Lord, Y hopide in thee, be Y not schent with outen ende;
2 Deliver me in thy righteousness, and cause me to escape: incline thine ear unto me, and save 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 habitation, whereunto I may continually resort: thou hast given commandment to save me; for thou art my rock and my fortress.
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 Deliver me, O my God, out of the hand of the wicked, out of the hand of the unrighteous and cruel 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 my hope, O Lord Yhwh: thou art my trust from my youth.
For thou, Lord, art my pacience; Lord, thou art myn hope fro my yongthe.
6 By thee have I been holden up from the womb: thou art he that took me out of my mother’s bowels: my praise shall be continually of thee.
In thee Y am confermyd fro the wombe; thou art my defendere fro the wombe of my modir.
7 I am as a wonder unto many; but thou art my strong refuge.
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 honour all the day.
My mouth be fillid with heriyng; that Y synge thi glorie, al dai thi greetnesse.
9 Cast me not off in the time of old 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 speak against me; and they that lay wait for my soul take counsel together,
For myn enemyes seiden of me; and thei that kepten my lijf maden counsel togidere.
11 Saying, God hath forsaken him: persecute and take him; for there is none to deliver him.
Seiynge, God hath forsake hym; pursue ye, and take hym; for noon is that schal delyuere.
12 O God, be not far from me: O my God, make haste for my help.
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 adversaries to my soul; let them be covered with reproach and dishonour that seek my 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 hope continually, and will yet praise thee more and more.
But Y schal hope euere; and Y schal adde euere ouer al thi preising.
15 My mouth shall shew forth thy righteousness and thy salvation all the day; for I know not the numbers thereof.
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 go in the strength of the Lord Yhwh: I will make mention of thy righteousness, even of thine only.
Lord, Y schal bithenke on thi riytfulnesse aloone.
17 O God, thou hast taught me from my youth: and hitherto have I declared thy wondrous works.
God, thou hast tauyt me fro my yongthe, and `til to now; Y schal telle out thi merueilis.
18 Now also when I am old and grayheaded, O God, forsake me not; until I have shewed thy strength unto this generation, and thy power to every one that is to 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 Thy righteousness also, O God, is very high, who hast done great things: O God, who is like unto thee!
and thi riytfulnesse, God, til in to the hiyeste grete dedis which thou hast do; God, who is lijk thee?
20 Thou, which hast shewed me great and sore troubles, shalt quicken me again, and shalt bring me up again from the depths 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 shalt increase my greatness, and comfort me on every side.
Thou hast multiplied thi greet doyng; and thou conuertid hast coumfortid me.
22 I will also praise thee with the psaltery, even thy truth, O my God: unto thee will I sing with the harp, O thou 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 lips shall greatly rejoice when I sing unto thee; and my soul, which thou hast redeemed.
Mi lippis schulen make fulli ioye, whanne Y schal synge to thee; and my soule, which thou ayen bouytist.
24 My tongue also shall talk of thy righteousness all the day long: for they are confounded, for they are brought unto shame, that seek my hurt.
But and my tunge schal thenke al dai on thi riytfulnesse; whanne thei schulen be schent and aschamed, that seken yuelis to me.
