Psalms 59
1 [For the Chief Musician. To the tune of "Do Not Destroy." A poem by David, when Saul sent, and they watched the house to kill him.] Deliver me from my enemies, my God. Set me on high from those who rise up against me.
`In Jeroms translacioun thus, To the ouercomer, that thou lese not Dauid, meke and simple, `whanne Saul sente and kepte the hous, to slee hym. `In Ebreu thus, To the ouercomyng, leese thou not the semeli song of Dauid, and so forth. Mi God, delyuer thou me fro myn enemyes; and delyuer thou me fro hem that risen ayens me.
2 Deliver me from evildoers. Save me from the bloodthirsty men.
Delyuer thou me fro hem that worchen wickidnesse; and saue thou me fro menquelleris.
3 For, look, they lie in wait for my soul. The mighty gather themselves together against me, not for my disobedience, nor for my sin, YHWH.
For lo! thei han take my soule; stronge men fellen in on me.
4 I have done no wrong, yet they are ready to attack me. Rise up, look, and help me.
Nethir my wickidnesse, nether my synne; Lord, Y ran with out wickidnesse, and dresside `my werkis.
5 You, YHWH, the God of hosts, the God of Israel, rouse yourself to punish the nations. Show no mercy to the wicked traitors. (Selah)
Rise vp thou in to my meetyng, and se; and thou, Lord God of vertues, art God of Israel. Yyue thou tent to visite alle folkis; do thou not merci to alle that worchen wickidnesse.
6 They return at evening, howling like dogs, and prowl around the city.
Thei schulen be turned at euentid, and thei as doggis schulen suffre hungir; and thei schulen cumpas the citee.
7 Look, they spew with their mouth. Swords are in their lips, "For," they say, "who hears us?"
Lo! thei schulen speke in her mouth, and a swerd in her lippis; for who herde?
8 But you, YHWH, laugh at them. You scoff at all the nations.
And thou, Lord, schalt scorne hem; thou schalt bringe alle folkis to nouyt.
9 Oh, my Strength, I watch for you, for God is my high tower.
I schal kepe my strengthe to thee;
10 My God of mercy will come to meet me. God will let me look at my enemies in triumph.
for God is myn vptaker, my God, his mercy schal come byfore me.
11 Do not kill them, or my people may forget. Scatter them by your power, and bring them down, YHWH our shield.
God schewide to me on myn enemyes, slee thou not hem; lest ony tyme my puples foryete. Scatere thou hem in thi vertu; and, Lord, my defender, putte thou hem doun.
12 For the sin of their mouth, and the words of their lips, let them be caught in their pride, for the curses and lies which they utter.
Putte thou doun the trespas of her mouth, and the word of her lippis; and be thei takun in her pride. And of cursyng and of leesyng; thei schulen be schewid in the endyng.
13 Consume them in wrath. Consume them, and they will be no more. Let them know that God rules in Jacob, to the farthest parts of the earth. (Selah)
In the ire of ending, and thei schulen not be; and thei schulen wite, that the Lord schal be Lord of Jacob, and of the endis of erthe.
14 At evening let them return. Let them howl like a dog, and go around the city.
Thei schulen be turned at euentid, and thei as doggis schulen suffre hungur; and thei schulen cumpas the citee.
15 They shall wander up and down for food, and wait all night if they aren't satisfied.
Thei schulen be scaterid abrood, for to eete; sotheli if thei ben not fillid, and thei schulen grutche.
16 But I will sing of your strength. Yes, I will sing aloud of your loving kindness in the morning. For you have been my high tower, a refuge in the day of my distress.
But Y schal synge thi strengthe; and eerli Y schal enhaunse thi merci. For thou art maad myn vptaker; and my refuyt, in the dai of my tribulacioun.
17 To you, my strength, I will sing praises. For God is my high tower, the God of my mercy.
Myn helper, Y schal synge to thee; for thou art God, myn vptaker, my God, my mercy.
