Psalms 141

1 `The salm `of Dauith. Lord, Y criede to thee, here thou me; yyue thou tent to my vois, whanne Y schal crye to thee.

A Psalm by David. LORD, I have called on you. Come to me quickly! Listen to my voice when I call to you.

2 Mi preier be dressid as encense in thi siyt; the reisyng of myn hondis be as the euentid sacrifice.

Let my prayer be set before you like incense; the lifting up of my hands like the evening sacrifice.

3 Lord, sette thou a keping to my mouth; and a dore of stonding aboute to my lippis.

Set a watch, LORD, before my mouth. Keep the door of my lips.

4 Bowe thou not myn herte in to wordis of malice; to excuse excusingis in synne. With men worchinge wickidnesse; and Y schal not comyne with the chosun men of hem.

Do not incline my heart to any evil thing, to practice deeds of wickedness with men who work iniquity. Do not let me eat of their delicacies.

5 A iust man schal repreue me in mersi, and schal blame me; but the oile of a synner make not fat myn heed. For whi and yit my preier is in the wel plesaunt thingis of hem;

Let the righteous strike me, it is kindness; let him reprove me, it is like oil on the head; do not let my head refuse it; Yet my prayer is always against evil deeds.

6 for the domesmen of hem ioyned to the stoon weren sopun vp. Here thei my wordis,

Their judges are thrown down by the sides of the rock. They will hear my words, for they are well spoken.

7 for tho weren myyti. As fatnesse is brokun out on the erthe; oure bonys ben scatered niy helle. Lord, Lord, (Sheol h7585)

"As when one plows and breaks up the earth, our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol (Sheol h7585)."

8 for myn iyen ben to thee, Y hopide in thee; take thou not awei my soule.

For my eyes are on you, LORD, the Lord. I take refuge in you. Do not leave my soul destitute.

9 Kepe thou me fro the snare which thei ordeyneden to me; and fro the sclaundris of hem that worchen wickidnesse. Synneris schulen falle in the nett therof;

Keep me from the snare which they have laid for me, from the traps of the workers of iniquity.

10 Y am aloone til Y passe.

Let the wicked fall together into their own nets while I pass by.