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 Psalm of David. Hear my prayer, O LORD, give ear to my supplications: in thy faithfulness answer me, [and] in thy 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 thy servant: for in thy 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 hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground; he hath 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 thy works; I muse on the work of thy hands.
6 I helde forth myn hondis to thee; my soule as erthe with out water to thee.
I stretch forth my hands to thee: my soul [thirsteth] after thee, 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 faileth: hide not thy face from me, lest I be like 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 thy loving-kindness in the morning; for in thee do I trust: cause me to know the way in which I should walk; for I lift up my soul to thee.
9 Delyuere thou me fro myn enemyes, Lord, Y fledde to thee;
Deliver me, O LORD, from my enemies: I flee to thee 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 thy will; for thou [art] my God: thy 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;
Revive me, O LORD, for thy name's sake: for thy 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 thy mercy cut off my enemies, and destroy all them that afflict my soul: for I [am] thy servant.
