Psalms 17
1 The preier of Dauid. Lord, here thou my riytfulnesse; biholde thou my preier. Perseuye thou with eeris my preier; not maad in gileful lippis.
A prayer of David. Listen, O Lord, to my innocence; attend to my piercing cry. Give heed to my prayer out of lips unfeigned.
2 Mi doom come `forth of thi cheer; thin iyen se equite.
Let my vindication come from you, your eyes see the truth.
3 Thou hast preued myn herte, and hast visitid in niyt; thou hast examynyd me bi fier, and wickidnesse is not foundun in me.
When you test my heart when you visit at night, and assay me like silver – you can find no evil. I am determined that my mouth should not lie.
4 That my mouth speke not the werkis of men; for the wordis of thi lippis Y haue kept harde weies.
I gave earnest heed to the words of your lips.
5 Make thou perfit my goyngis in thi pathis; that my steppis be not moued.
My steps have held fast to the paths of your precepts and in your tracks have my feet never stumbled.
6 I criede, for thou, God, herdist me; bowe doun thin eere to me, and here thou my wordis.
So I call you, O God, with assurance of answer; bend down your ear to me, hear what I say.
7 Make wondurful thi mercies; that makist saaf `men hopynge in thee.
Show your marvelous love, you who save from enemies those who take refuge at your right hand.
8 Kepe thou me as the appil of the iye; fro `men ayenstondynge thi riyt hond. Keuere thou me vndur the schadewe of thi wyngis;
Keep me as the apple of the eye, hide me in the shelter of your wings.
9 fro the face of vnpitouse men, that han turmentid me. Myn enemyes han cumpassid my soule;
From wicked people who do me violence, from deadly foes who crowd around me.
10 thei han closide togidere her fatnesse; the mouth of hem spak pride.
They have closed their hearts to pity, the words of their mouths are haughty.
11 Thei castiden me forth, and han cumpassid me now; thei ordeyneden to bowe doun her iyen in to erthe.
Now they dog us at every step, keenly watching, to hurl us to the ground,
12 Thei, as a lioun maad redi to prey, han take me; and as the whelp of a lioun dwellynge in hid places.
like a lion, longing to tear, like a young lion, lurking in secret.
13 Lord, rise thou vp, bifor come thou hym, and disseyue thou hym; delyuere thou my lijf fro the `vnpitouse,
Arise, Lord, face them and fell them. By your sword set me free from the wicked,
14 delyuere thou thi swerd fro the enemyes of thin hond. Lord, departe thou hem fro a fewe men of `the lond in the lijf of hem; her wombe is fillid of thin hid thingis. Thei ben fillid with sones; and thei leften her relifis to her litle children.
by your hand, O Lord, from those – whose portion of life is but of this world. But let your treasured ones have food in plenty may their children be full and their children satisfied.
15 But Y in riytfulnesse schal appere to thi siyt; Y schal be fillid, whanne thi glorie schal appere.
In my innocence I will see your face, awake I am filled with a vision of you.
