Psalms 4
1 For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments. A Psalm by David. Answer me when I call, God of my righteousness. Give me relief from my distress. Have mercy on me, and hear my prayer.
`To the victorie in orguns; the salm of Dauid. Whanne Y inwardli clepid, God of my riytwisnesse herde me; in tribulacioun thou hast alargid to me.
2 You sons of men, how long shall my glory be turned into dishonor? Will you love vanity and seek after falsehood? (Selah)
Haue thou mercy on me; and here thou my preier. Sones of men, hou long ben ye of heuy herte? whi louen ye vanite, and seken a leesyng?
3 But know that the LORD has set apart for himself him who is godly; The LORD will hear when I call to him.
And wite ye, that the Lord hath maad merueilous his hooli man; the Lord schal here me, whanne Y schal crye to hym.
4 Stand in awe, and don’t sin. Search your own heart on your bed, and be still. (Selah)
Be ye wrothe, and nyle ye do synne; `and for tho thingis whiche ye seien in youre hertis and in youre beddis, be ye compunct.
5 Offer the sacrifices of righteousness. Put your trust in the LORD.
Sacrifie ye `the sacrifice of riytfulnesse, and hope ye in the Lord; many seien, Who schewide goodis to vs?
6 Many say, “Who will show us any good?” LORD, let the light of your face shine on us.
Lord, the liyt of thi cheer is markid on vs; thou hast youe gladnesse in myn herte.
7 You have put gladness in my heart, more than when their grain and their new wine are increased.
Thei ben multiplied of the fruit of whete, and of wyn; and of her oile.
8 In peace I will both lay myself down and sleep, for you alone, LORD, make me live in safety.
In pees in the same thing; Y schal slepe, and take reste. For thou, Lord; hast set me syngulerli in hope.
