Psalms 27
1 To Dauid. The Lord is my liytnyng, and myn helthe; whom schal Y drede? The Lord is defendere of my lijf; for whom schal Y tremble?
BY DAVID. YHWH [is] my light and my salvation, Whom do I fear? YHWH [is] the strength of my life, Of whom am I afraid?
2 The while noiful men neiyen on me; for to ete my fleischis. Myn enemyes, that trobliden me; thei weren maad sijk and felden doun.
When evildoers come near to me to eat my flesh, My adversaries and my enemies to me, They have stumbled and fallen.
3 Thouy castels stonden togidere ayens me; myn herte schal not drede. Thouy batel risith ayens me; in this thing Y schal haue hope.
Though a host encamps against me, My heart does not fear, Though war rises up against me, In this I [am] confident.
4 I axide of the Lord o thing; Y schal seke this thing; that Y dwelle in the hows of the Lord alle the daies of my lijf. That Y se the wille of the Lord; and that Y visite his temple.
One [thing] I asked of YHWH—it I seek: My dwelling in the house of YHWH, All the days of my life, To look on the pleasantness of YHWH, And to inquire in His temple.
5 For he hidde me in his tabernacle in the dai of yuelis; he defendide me in the hid place of his tabernacle.
For He hides me in a dwelling place in the day of evil, He hides me in a secret place of His tent, He raises me up on a rock.
6 He enhaunside me in a stoon; and now he enhaunside myn heed ouer myn enemyes. I cumpasside, and offride in his tabernacle a sacrifice of criyng; Y schal synge, and Y schal seie salm to the Lord.
And now my head is lifted up, Above my enemies—my surrounders, And I sacrifice in His tent sacrifices of shouting, I sing, indeed, I sing praise to YHWH.
7 Lord, here thou my vois, bi which Y criede to thee; haue thou merci on me, and here me.
Hear, O YHWH, my voice—I call, And favor me, and answer me.
8 Myn herte seide to thee, My face souyte thee; Lord, Y schal seke eft thi face.
My heart said to You, “They sought my face, Your face, O YHWH, I seek.”
9 Turne thou not awei thi face fro me; bouwe thou not awei in ire fro thi seruaunt. Lord, be thou myn helpere, forsake thou not me; and, God, myn helthe, dispise thou not me.
Do not hide Your face from me, Do not turn Your servant aside in anger, You have been my help. Do not leave me, nor forsake me, O God of my salvation.
10 For my fadir and my modir han forsake me; but the Lord hath take me.
When my father and my mother Have forsaken me, then YHWH gathers me.
11 Lord, sette thou a lawe to me in thi weie; and dresse thou me in thi path for myn enemyes.
Show me, O YHWH, Your way, And lead me in a path of uprightness, For the sake of my beholders.
12 Bitake thou not me in to the soules of hem, that troblen me; for wickid witnessis han rise ayens me, and wickydnesse liede to it silf.
Do not give me to the will of my adversaries, For false witnesses have risen against me, And they breathe out violence to me.
13 I bileue to see the goodis of the Lord; in the lond of `hem that lyuen.
I had not believed to look on the goodness of YHWH In the land of the living!
14 Abide thou the Lord, do thou manli; and thin herte be coumfortid, and suffre thou the Lord.
Look to YHWH—be strong, And He strengthens your heart, Indeed, look to YHWH!
