Psalms 143
1 A Psalm of David. Hear my prayer, O LORD, give ear to my supplications: in thy faithfulness answer me, and in thy righteousness.
The salm of Dauid. Lord, here thou my preier, with eeris perseyue thou my biseching; in thi treuthe here thou me, in thi riytwisnesse.
2 And enter not into judgment with thy servant: for in thy sight shall no man living be justified.
And entre thou not in to dom with thi seruaunt; for ech man lyuynge schal not be maad iust in thi siyt.
3 For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead.
For the enemy pursuede my soule; he made lowe my lijf in erthe. He hath set me in derk placis, as the deed men of the world,
4 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
and my spirit was angwischid on me; myn herte was disturblid in me.
5 I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy works; I muse on the work of thy hands.
I was myndeful of elde daies, Y bithouyte in alle thi werkis; Y bithouyte in the dedis of thin hondis.
6 I stretch forth my hands to thee: my soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land. (Selah)
I helde forth myn hondis to thee; my soule as erthe with out water to thee.
7 Hear me speedily, O LORD: my spirit faileth: hide not thy face from me, lest I be like them that go down into the pit.
Lord, here thou me swiftli; my spirit failide. Turne thou not a wei thi face fro me; and Y schal be lijk to hem that gon doun in to the lake.
8 Cause me to hear thy lovingkindness in the morning; for in thee do I trust: cause me to know the way in which I should walk; for I lift up my soul to thee.
Make thou erli thi merci herd to me; for Y hopide in thee. Make thou knowun to me the weie in which Y schal go; for Y reiside my soule to thee.
9 Deliver me, O LORD, from my enemies: I flee to thee to hide me.
Delyuere thou me fro myn enemyes, Lord, Y fledde to thee;
10 Teach me to do thy will; for thou art my God: thy spirit is good; lead me into the land of uprightness.
teche thou me to do thi wille, for thou art my God. Thi good spirit schal lede me forth in to a riytful lond;
11 Revive me, O LORD, for thy name’s sake: for thy righteousness’ sake bring my soul out of trouble.
Lord, for thi name thou schalt quikene me in thin equite. Thou schalt lede my soule out of tribulacioun;
12 And of thy mercy cut off my enemies, and destroy all them that afflict my soul: for I am thy servant.
and in thi merci thou schalt scatere alle myn enemyes. And thou schalt leese alle them, that troublen my soule; for Y am thi seruaunt.
