Psalms 28
1 “A psalm of David.” To thee do I cry, O LORD! O my rock! be not silent to me, Lest, if thou answer me not, I become like those who go down to the pit!
To Dauid. Lord, Y schal crye to thee; my God, be thou not stille fro me, be thou not stille `ony tyme fro me; and Y schal be maad lijk to hem, that goen doun in to the lake.
2 Hear the voice of my supplication, when I cry unto thee, When I lift up my hands to thy most holy sanctuary!
Lord, here thou the vois of my bisechyng, while Y preie to thee; whyle Y reise myn hondis to thin hooli temple.
3 Draw me not away with the impious, and with evil-doers, Who speak peace to their neighbors, while mischief is in their hearts!
Bitake thou not me togidere with synneris; and leese thou not me with hem that worchen wickidnesse. Whyche speken pees with her neiybore; but yuels ben in her hertis.
4 Give them according to their deeds, and the wickedness of their doings; Give them according to the work of their hands; Render to them their desert!
Yyue thou to hem vpe the werkis of hem; and vpe the wickidnesse of her fyndyngis. Yyue thou to hem vpe the werkis of her hondis; yelde thou her yeldyng to hem.
5 For they regard not the doings of the LORD, nor the work of his hands; Therefore will he destroy them, and not again build them up.
For thei vndurstoden not the werkis of the Lord, and bi the werkis of hise hondis thou schalt destrie hem; and thou schalt not bilde hem.
6 Praised be the LORD, for he hath heard the voice of my supplications!
Blissid be the Lord; for he herde the vois of my bisechyng.
7 The LORD is my strength and my shield; My heart trusteth in him, and he helpeth me; Therefore doth my heart exult, And in my song I will praise him.
The Lord is myn helpere and my defendere; and myn herte hopide in hym, and Y am helpid. And my fleisch flouride ayen; and of my wille Y schal knowleche to hym.
8 Jehovah is the strength of his people; He is the protecting shield of his anointed.
The Lord is the strengthe of his puple; and he is defendere of the sauyngis of his crist.
9 Save thy people, and bless thine inheritance; Feed them also, and build them up for ever!
Lord, make thou saaf thi puple, and blesse thou thin eritage; and reule thou hem, and enhaunse thou hem til in to with outen ende.
