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.
Hear my prayer, O LORD, give ear to my supplications: in your faithfulness answer me, and in your righteousness.
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 judgment with your servant: for in your sight shall no man living be justified.
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 enemy has persecuted my soul; he has smitten my life down to the ground; he has made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead.
4 and my spirit was angwischid on me; myn herte was disturblid in me.
Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
5 I was myndeful of elde daies, Y bithouyte in alle thi werkis; Y bithouyte in the dedis of thin hondis.
I remember the days of old; I meditate on all your works; I meditate on the work of your hands.
6 I helde forth myn hondis to thee; my soule as erthe with out water to thee.
I stretch forth my hands unto you: my soul thirsts after you, as a thirsty 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.
Hear me speedily, O LORD: my spirit fails: hide not your face from me, lest I be like unto them that go down 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.
Cause me to hear your loving kindness in the morning; for in you do I trust: cause me to know the way wherein I should walk; for I lift up my soul unto you.
9 Delyuere thou me fro myn enemyes, Lord, Y fledde to thee;
Deliver me, O LORD, from mine enemies: I flee unto you to hide me.
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 your will; for you are my God: your spirit is good; lead me into the land of uprightness.
11 Lord, for thi name thou schalt quikene me in thin equite. Thou schalt lede my soule out of tribulacioun;
Restore life in me, O LORD, for your name's sake: for your righteousness' sake bring my soul 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 of your mercy cut off mine enemies, and destroy all them that afflict my soul: for I am your servant.
