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.” O Lord, I call thee, hasten 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.
May my prayer be valued as incense before thee, the lifting up of my hands, as the evening offering.
3 Lord, sette thou a keping to my mouth; and a dore of stonding aboute to my lippis.
Set, O Lord, a watch unto my mouth: keep a guard 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.
Permit not my heart to incline after any evil thing, to practise deeds in wickedness with men that are doers of wrong: 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;
If the righteous strike me, it is a kindness; and if he reprove me, it is [as] oil poured on the head, my head shall not refuse it; for yet my prayer also [is offered] in their sufferings.
6 for the domesmen of hem ioyned to the stoon weren sopun vp. Here thei my wordis,
Are their judges fallen down through means of a rock: then will they listen to my words; for they are pleasant.
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 cutteth in and splitteth open the earth: so are our bones scattered for the mouth of the grave. (Sheol h7585)
8 for myn iyen ben to thee, Y hopide in thee; take thou not awei my soule.
For unto thee, O Eternal Lord, are my eyes directed; in thee do I trust: pour not out my life.
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;
Guard me from the power of the snare which they have laid for me, and the traps of the wrong-doers.
10 Y am aloone til Y passe.
Let the wicked fall into their own nets, altogether—while I pass safely by.
