Psalms 50
1 A Melody of Asaph. El, Elohim, Yahweh, hath spoken, and culled the earth, From the rising of the sun, unto the going in thereof:
The salm of Asaph. God, the Lord of goddis, spak; and clepide the erthe,
2 Out of Zion the perfection of beauty, God, hath shone forth.
fro the risynge of the sunne til to the goyng doun. The schap of his fairnesse fro Syon,
3 Let our God come, and let him not keep silence! A fire—before him, shall devour, And, around him, hath it become exceeding tempestuous:
God schal come opynli; oure God, and he schal not be stille. Fier schal brenne an hiye in his siyt; and a strong tempest in his cumpas.
4 He calleth, Unto the heavens above, And unto the earth, That he may judge his people.
He clepide heuene aboue; and the erthe, to deme his puple.
5 Gather yourselves unto me—ye my men of lovingkindness, Who have solemnised my covenant over sacrifice.
Gadere ye to hym hise seyntis; that ordeynen his testament aboue sacrifices.
6 Now have the heavens declared his righteousness, Because, God, is, about to judge. (Selah)
`And heuenes schulen schewe his riytfulnesse; for God is the iuge.
7 Hear, O my people, and I will speak, O Israel, and I will adjure thee, God, thine own God, I am: —
Mi puple, here thou, and Y schal speke to Israel; and Y schal witnesse to thee, Y am God, thi God.
8 Not, for thy sacrifices, will I reprove thee, Nor for thine ascending-offerings, before me continually:
I schal not repreue thee in thi sacrifices; and thi brent sacrifices ben euere bifor me.
9 I will not take out of thy house—a bullock, Nor out of thy folds—he-goats;
I schal not take calues of thin hows; nethir geet buckis of thi flockis.
10 For, mine, is every wild-beast of the forest, The cattle on the mountains, in their thousands;
For alle the wyelde beestis of wodis ben myne; werk beestis, and oxis in hillis.
11 I know every bird of the mountains, And, the moving things of the plain, are with me:
I haue knowe alle the volatils of heuene; and the fairnesse of the feeld is with me.
12 If I were hungry, I would not tell thee, For, mine, is the world, and the fulness thereof.
If Y schal be hungry, Y schal not seie to thee; for the world and the fulnesse therof is myn.
13 Will I eat the flesh of mighty oxen? Or, the blood of he-goats, will I drink?
Whether Y schal eete the fleischis of boolis? ethir schal Y drynke the blood of geet buckis?
14 Sacrifice to God a thankoffering, And pay to the Most High thy vows;
Offre thou to God the sacrifice of heriyng; and yelde thin avowis to the hiyeste God.
15 Call upon me, then, in the day of distress, I will deliver thee, that thou mayest glorify me.
And inwardli clepe thou me in the dai of tribulacioun; and Y schal delyuere thee, and thou schalt onoure me.
16 But, to the lawless one, God saith, What hast, thou, to do, to recount my statutes? Or that thou hast taken up my covenant upon thy mouth?
But God seide to the synnere, Whi tellist thou out my riytfulnessis; and takist my testament bi thi mouth?
17 Seeing that, thou, hast hated correction, And hast cast my words behind thee;
Sotheli thou hatidist lore; and hast cast awey my wordis bihynde.
18 If thou sawest a thief, then didst thou run with him, —And, with adulterers, hath been thy chosen life;
If thou siyest a theef, thou `hast runne with hym; and thou settidist thi part with avowtreris.
19 Thy mouth, hast thou thrust into wickedness, And, thy tongue, kept weaving deceit;
Thi mouth was plenteuouse of malice; and thi tunge medlide togidere giles.
20 Thou wouldst sit down—Against thine own brother, wouldst thou speak, Against thine own mother’s son, wouldst thou expose a fault: —
Thou sittynge spakist ayens thi brother, and thou settidist sclaundir ayens the sone of thi modir;
21 These things, hast thou done, and I have kept silence, Thou thoughtest that I should really be like thyself, I will convict thee, yea I will set [thine offences] in order before thine eyes.
thou didist these thingis, and Y was stille. Thou gessidist wickidli, that Y schal be lijk thee; Y schal repreue thee, and Y schal sette ayens thi face.
22 Understand this, I pray you, ye forgetters of GOD, Lest I tear in pieces, and there be none to deliver: —
Ye that foryeten God, vndurstonde these thingis; lest sum tyme he rauysche, and noon be that schal delyuere.
23 He that sacrificeth a thankoffering, will glorify me, —And will prepare a way by which I may show him the salvation of God.
The sacrifice of heriyng schal onoure me; and there is the weie, where ynne Y schal schewe to hym the helthe of God.
