Psalms 40

1 For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David. I waited patiently for the LORD. He turned to me, and heard my cry.

For victorie, the song of Dauid. Y abidynge abood the Lord; and he yaf tent to me.

2 He brought me up also out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay. He set my feet on a rock, and gave me a firm place to stand.

And he herde my preieris; and he ledde out me fro the lake of wretchidnesse, and fro the filthe of draft. And he ordeynede my feet on a stoon; and he dresside my goyngis.

3 He has put a new song in my mouth, even praise to our God. Many shall see it, and fear, and shall trust in the LORD.

And he sente in to my mouth a newe song; a song to oure God. Many men schulen se, and schulen drede; and schulen haue hope in the Lord.

4 Blessed is the man who makes the LORD his trust, and doesn’t respect the proud, nor such as turn away to lies.

Blessid is the man, of whom the name of the Lord is his hope; and he bihelde not in to vanitees, and in to false woodnesses.

5 Many, LORD, my God, are the wonderful works which you have done, and your thoughts which are toward us. They can’t be declared back to you. If I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be counted.

Mi Lord God, thou hast maad thi merueils manye; and in thi thouytis noon is, that is lijk thee. I teld, and Y spak; and thei ben multiplied aboue noumbre.

6 Sacrifice and offering you didn’t desire. You have opened my ears. You have not required burnt offering and sin offering.

Thou noldist sacrifice and offryng; but thou madist perfitli eeris to me. Thou axidist not brent sacrifice, and sacrifice for synne;

7 Then I said, “Behold, I have come. It is written about me in the book in the scroll.

thanne Y seide, Lo! Y come. In the heed of the book it is writun of me,

8 I delight to do your will, my God. Yes, your Torah is within my heart.”

that Y schulde do thi wille; my God, Y wolde; and thi lawe in the myddis of myn herte.

9 I have proclaimed glad news of righteousness in the great assembly. Behold, I will not seal my lips, LORD, you know.

I telde thi riytfulnesse in a greet chirche; lo! Y schal not refreine my lippis, Lord, thou wistist.

10 I have not hidden your righteousness within my heart. I have declared your faithfulness and your salvation. I have not concealed your loving kindness and your truth from the great assembly.

I hidde not thi riytfulnesse in myn herte; Y seide thi treuthe and thin helthe. I hidde not thi mercy and thi treuthe; fro a myche counsel.

11 Don’t withhold your tender mercies from me, LORD. Let your loving kindness and your truth continually preserve me.

But thou, Lord, make not fer thi merciful doyngis fro me; thi mercy and treuthe euere token me vp.

12 For innumerable evils have surrounded me. My iniquities have overtaken me, so that I am not able to look up. They are more than the hairs of my head. My heart has failed me.

For whi yuels, of whiche is no noumbre, cumpassiden me; my wickidnessis token me, and y myyte not, that Y schulde se. Tho ben multiplied aboue the heeris of myn heed; and myn herte forsook me.

13 Be pleased, LORD, to deliver me. Hurry to help me, LORD.

Lord, plese it to thee, that thou delyuere me; Lord, biholde thou to helpe me.

14 Let them be disappointed and confounded together who seek after my soul to destroy it. Let them be turned backward and brought to dishonor who delight in my hurt.

Be thei schent, and aschamed togidere; that seken my lijf, to take awei it. Be thei turned abac, and be thei schamed; that wolen yuels to me.

15 Let them be desolate by reason of their shame that tell me, “Aha! Aha!”

Bere thei her confusioun anoon; that seien to me, Wel! wel! `that is, in scorn.

16 Let all those who seek you rejoice and be glad in you. Let such as love your salvation say continually, “Let the LORD be exalted!”

Alle men that seken thee, be fulli ioyful, and be glad on thee; and seie thei, that louen thin helthe, The Lord be magnyfied euere.

17 But I am poor and needy. May the Lord think about me. You are my help and my deliverer. Don’t delay, my God.

Forsothe Y am a beggere and pore; the Lord is bisi of me. Thou arte myn helpere and my defendere; my God, tarie thou not.