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 YHWH, I have called You, hurry to me, Give ear [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.
My prayer is prepared—incense before You, The lifting up of my hands—the evening present.
3 Lord, sette thou a keping to my mouth; and a dore of stonding aboute to my lippis.
Set, O YHWH, a watch for my mouth, Watch over 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 an evil thing, To habitually do actions in wickedness, Working iniquity with men, Indeed, I do not eat of their pleasant things.
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;
The righteous beat me [in] kindness. And reprove me, My head does not disallow oil of the head, For my prayer [is] still about their distress.
6 for the domesmen of hem ioyned to the stoon weren sopun vp. Here thei my wordis,
Their judges have been released by the sides of a rock, And they have heard my sayings, For they have been 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 one tilling and ripping up in the land, Have our bones been scattered at the command of Saul. (Sheol h7585)
8 for myn iyen ben to thee, Y hopide in thee; take thou not awei my soule.
But to You, O YHWH, my Lord, [are] my eyes, In You I have trusted, Do not make my soul bare.
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 trap they laid for me, Even snares of workers of iniquity.
10 Y am aloone til Y passe.
The wicked fall in their dragnets together, until I pass over!
