Psalms 140
1 To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. Rescue me, O Yahweh, from the men of mischief, From the men of violence, wilt thou preserve me:
To victorie, the salm of Dauith. Lord, delyuere thou me fro an yuel man; delyuere thou me fro a wickid man.
2 Who have devised mischiefs in their [heart], Every day, do they stir up wars:
Whiche thouyten wickidnesses in the herte; al dai thei ordeyneden batels.
3 They have sharpened their tongue like a serpent, —The poison of the asp, is under their lips. (Selah)
Thei scharpiden her tungis as serpentis; the venym of snakis vndir the lippis of hem.
4 Keep me, O Yahweh, from the hands of the lawless one, From the man of violence, wilt thou preserve me, —who have devised, to thrust at my steps:
Lord, kepe thou me fro the hond of the synnere; and delyuere thou me fro wickid men. Which thouyten to disseyue my goyngis;
5 The proud have hidden a snare for me, and, cords, have they spread as a net beside the track, Snares, have they set for me. (Selah)
proude men hidden a snare to me. And thei leiden forth cordis in to a snare; thei settiden sclaundir to me bisidis the weie.
6 I have said unto Yahweh, My GOD, thou art! Give ear, O Yahweh, unto the voice of my supplications.
I seide to the Lord, Thou art mi God; Lord, here thou the vois of my biseching.
7 O Yahweh, My Lord, my saving strength, thou hast screened my head in the day of battle.
Lord, Lord, the vertu of myn heelthe; thou madist schadowe on myn heed in the dai of batel.
8 Do not grant, O Yahweh, the desires of the lawless one, his device, do not promote, They would exalt themselves. (Selah)
Lord, bitake thou not me fro my desire to the synnere; thei thouyten ayens me, forsake thou not me, lest perauenture thei ben enhaunsid.
9 As for the head of them who surround me, Let the mischief of their lips cover them:
The heed of the cumpas of hem; the trauel of her lippis schal hile hem.
10 May there be dropped on them live coals, —Into the fire, may they be let fall, into watery pits [from which] they shall not rise.
Colis schulen falle on hem, thou schalt caste hem doun in to fier; in wretchidnessis thei schulen not stonde.
11 As for the slanderer, let him not be established in the earth, —As for the man of wrongful violence, let misfortune hunt him with thrust upon thrust.
A man a greet ianglere schal not be dressid in erthe; yuels schulen take an vniust man in perisching.
12 I know that Yahweh will execute, the right of the oppressed one, the vindication of the needy.
I haue knowe, that the Lord schal make dom of a nedi man; and the veniaunce of pore men.
13 Surely, the righteous, shall give thanks to thy Name, the upright shall dwell in thy presence.
Netheles iust men schulen knouleche to thi name; and riytful men schulen dwelle with thi cheer.
