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 upon 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 watch, O LORD, before my mouth; keep the door of my tips.

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, [it shall be] a kindness; and let him reprove me, [it shall be as] oil upon the head; let not my head refuse it: for even in their wickedness shall my prayer continue.

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; for 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 ploweth and cleaveth 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 do I put my trust; leave not 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, 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 that I withal escape.