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?
A psalm of David. The Lord is my light and my saviour; whom then should I fear? The Lord protects my life; whom then should I dread?
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 the wicked drew near to assail me and eat up my flesh, it was those who distressed and opposed me who stumbled and fell.
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 against me a host should encamp, yet my heart would be fearless: though battle should rise up against me, still would I be trustful.
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 have I asked of the Lord, and that do I long for – To live in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to gaze on the grace of the Lord and 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 will hide me in his shelter in the day of misfortune. In his sheltering tent he hides me: he lifts 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 that my head he has lifted above my encircling foes, I will march round the altar and sacrifice, shouting with joy, in his tent, making music and song to the Lord.
7 Lord, here thou my vois, bi which Y criede to thee; haue thou merci on me, and here me.
Hear, O Lord, my loud cry, and graciously answer me.
8 Myn herte seide to thee, My face souyte thee; Lord, Y schal seke eft thi face.
My heart has said to you, ‘Your face, O Lord, 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.
Hide not your face from me, reject not your servant in anger: for you have been my help. Abandon me not, nor forsake me, O God of my help:
10 For my fadir and my modir han forsake me; but the Lord hath take me.
for father and mother have left me; but the Lord will take me up.
11 Lord, sette thou a lawe to me in thi weie; and dresse thou me in thi path for myn enemyes.
Teach me your way, O Lord: lead me in an even path, because of my enemies.
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.
Give me not up, O Lord, unto the rage of my foes; for against me have risen false witnesses, breathing out cruelty.
13 I bileue to see the goodis of the Lord; in the lond of `hem that lyuen.
Firm is the faith I cherish, that I, in the land of the living, will yet see the goodness of God.
14 Abide thou the Lord, do thou manli; and thin herte be coumfortid, and suffre thou the Lord.
Let your heart be courageous and strong, and wait on the Lord.
