Psalms 143
1 The salm of Dauid. Lord, here thou my preier, with eeris perseyue thou my biseching; in thi treuthe here thou me, in thi riytwisnesse.
A Psalme of David. Heare my prayer, O Lord, and hearken vnto my supplication: answer me in thy trueth and in thy righteousnes.
2 And entre thou not in to dom with thi seruaunt; for ech man lyuynge schal not be maad iust in thi siyt.
(And enter not into iudgement with thy seruant: for in thy sight shall none that liueth, be iustified)
3 For the enemy pursuede my soule; he made lowe my lijf in erthe. He hath set me in derk placis, as the deed men of the world,
For the enemie hath persecuted my soule: he hath smitten my life downe to the earth: he hath layde me in the darkenes, as they that haue bene dead long agoe:
4 and my spirit was angwischid on me; myn herte was disturblid in me.
And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
5 I was myndeful of elde daies, Y bithouyte in alle thi werkis; Y bithouyte in the dedis of thin hondis.
Yet do I remember the time past: I meditate in all thy workes, yea, I doe meditate in the workes of thine hands.
6 I helde forth myn hondis to thee; my soule as erthe with out water to thee.
I stretche forth mine hands vnto thee: my soule desireth after thee, as the thirstie land. (Selah)
7 Lord, here thou me swiftli; my spirit failide. Turne thou not a wei thi face fro me; and Y schal be lijk to hem that gon doun in to the lake.
Heare me spedely, O Lord, for my spirit faeleth: hide not thy face from me, els I shall be like vnto them that go downe into the pit.
8 Make thou erli thi merci herd to me; for Y hopide in thee. Make thou knowun to me the weie in which Y schal go; for Y reiside my soule to thee.
Let me heare thy louing kindenes in the morning, for in thee is my trust: shewe mee the waie, that I should walke in, for I lift vp my soule vnto thee.
9 Delyuere thou me fro myn enemyes, Lord, Y fledde to thee;
Deliuer me, O Lord, from mine enemies: for I hid me with thee.
10 teche thou me to do thi wille, for thou art my God. Thi good spirit schal lede me forth in to a riytful lond;
Teach me to do thy will, for thou art my God: let thy good Spirit leade me vnto the land of righteousnes.
11 Lord, for thi name thou schalt quikene me in thin equite. Thou schalt lede my soule out of tribulacioun;
Quicken me, O Lord, for thy Names sake, and for thy righteousnes bring my soule out of trouble.
12 and in thi merci thou schalt scatere alle myn enemyes. And thou schalt leese alle them, that troublen my soule; for Y am thi seruaunt.
And for thy mercy slay mine enemies, and destrie all them that oppresse my soule: for I am thy seruant.
