< Psalms 64 >

1 TO THE OVERSEER. A PSALM OF DAVID. Hear, O God, my voice, in my (meditation) You keep my life from the fear of an enemy,
`In Ebrewe thus, To the victorie, the salm of Dauid. `In Jerom `thus, To the ouercomer, the song of Dauid. God, here thou my preier, whanne Y biseche; delyuere thou my soule fro the drede of the enemy.
2 Hide me from the secret counsel of evildoers, From the tumult of workers of iniquity.
Thou hast defendid me fro the couent of yuele doers; fro the multitude of hem that worchen wickidnesse.
3 Who sharpened their tongue as a sword, They directed their arrow—a bitter word.
For thei scharpiden her tungis as a swerd, thei benten a bowe, a bittir thing;
4 To shoot the perfect in secret places, Suddenly they shoot him, and do not fear.
for to schete in priuetees hym that is vnwemmed.
5 They strengthen an evil thing for themselves, They recount of the hiding of snares, They have said, “Who looks at it?”
Sodeynli thei schulen schete hym, and thei schulen not drede; thei maden stidefast to hem silf a wickid word. Thei telden, that thei schulden hide snaris; thei seiden, Who schal se hem?
6 They search out perverse things, “We perfected a searching search,” And the inward part of man, and the heart, [are] deep.
Thei souyten wickidnessis; thei souyten, and failiden in sekinge. A man neiyhe to deep herte;
7 And God shoots them [with] an arrow, Their wounds have been sudden,
and God schal be enhaunsid. The arowis of `litle men ben maad the woundis of hem;
8 And they cause him to stumble, Their own tongue [is] against them, Every looker on them flees away.
and the tungis of hem ben maad sijk ayens hem. Alle men ben disturblid, that sien hem;
9 And all men fear, and declare the work of God, And they have wisely considered His deed.
and ech man dredde. And thei telden the werkis of God; and vndurstoden the dedis of God.
10 The righteous rejoice in YHWH, And have trusted in Him, And all the upright of heart boast!
The iust man schal be glad in the Lord, and schal hope in hym; and alle men of riytful herte schulen be preisid.

< Psalms 64 >