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 of David. LORD, I have called Thee; make haste unto me; give ear unto my voice, when I call unto Thee.

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 forth as incense before Thee, the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.

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

Set a guard, O LORD, to my mouth; keep watch at 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.

Incline not my heart to any evil thing, to be occupied in deeds of wickedness with men that work iniquity; and let me not eat of their dainties.

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 smite me in kindness, and correct me; oil so choice let not my head refuse; for still is my prayer because of their wickedness.

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; and they shall hear my words, that they are sweet.

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 cleaveth and breaketh up the earth, our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth. (Sheol h7585)

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

For mine eyes are unto Thee, O GOD the Lord; in Thee have I taken refuge, O pour not out my soul.

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, and from the gins of the workers of iniquity.

10 Y am aloone til Y passe.

Let the wicked fall into their own nets, whilst I withal escape.