Psalms 39
1 “To the chief musician, to Jeduthun, a psalm of David.” I said, I will guard my ways, that I sin not with my tongue: I will guard my mouth with a muzzle, while the wicked is before me.
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 dumb in deep silence, I was quite still, even from [speaking] good; but my pain was greatly excited;
I was doumb, and was mekid ful gretli, and was stille fro goodis; and my sorewe was renulid.
3 My heart was hot within me, in my self-communing there burnt a fire: [then] spoke I with my tongue,
Myn herte was hoot with ynne me; and fier schal brenne out in my thenkyng.
4 Let me know, O Lord, my end, and the measure of my days, what it is: I wish to know when I shall cease to be.
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 Behold, measured out with the span hast thou made my days; and my whole duration is nothing before thee: yea, as nothing but vanity doth every man stand here. (Selah)
Lo! thou hast set my daies mesurable; and my substaunce is as nouyt bifor thee. Netheles al vanytee; ech man lyuynge.
6 As nothing but a shadowy image doth man walk about, yea, for vanity only do all make a noise: he heapeth up his gains, and knoweth not 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, what shall I wait for, O Lord? my hope is in thee.
And now which is myn abiding? whether not the Lord? and my substaunce is at thee.
8 From all my transgressions deliver thou me: render me not the object of reproach of the worthless.
Delyuere thou me fro alle my wickidnessis; thou hast youe me schenschip to the vnkunnynge.
9 I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; because thou hadst done it.
I was doumbe, and openyde not my mouth; for thou hast maad,
10 Remove thou thy plague away from me: from the blows of thy hand am I consumed.
remoue thou thi woundis fro me.
11 When thou with corrections chastisest man for iniquity, thou causest his excellence to melt away as [if eaten by] the moth: yea, nothing but vanity is every man. (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 Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear unto my cry; be not silent at my tears; for a stranger am I with thee, a sojourner, like all my fathers.
Lord, here thou my preier and my bisechyng; perseyue thou with eeris my teeris.
13 Leave off from me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and am no more.
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.
