Psalms 28

1 To Dauid. Lord, Y schal crye to thee; my God, be thou not stille fro me, be thou not stille `ony tyme fro me; and Y schal be maad lijk to hem, that goen doun in to the lake.

By David. To you, LORD, I call. My rock, do not be deaf to me, lest, if you are silent to me, I would become like those who go down into the pit.

2 Lord, here thou the vois of my bisechyng, while Y preie to thee; whyle Y reise myn hondis to thin hooli temple.

Hear the voice of my petitions, when I cry to you, when I lift up my hands toward your Most Holy Place.

3 Bitake thou not me togidere with synneris; and leese thou not me with hem that worchen wickidnesse. Whyche speken pees with her neiybore; but yuels ben in her hertis.

Do not draw me away with the wicked, with the workers of iniquity who speak peace with their neighbors, but mischief is in their hearts.

4 Yyue thou to hem vpe the werkis of hem; and vpe the wickidnesse of her fyndyngis. Yyue thou to hem vpe the werkis of her hondis; yelde thou her yeldyng to hem.

Give them according to their work, and according to the wickedness of their doings. Give them according to the operation of their hands. Bring back on them what they deserve.

5 For thei vndurstoden not the werkis of the Lord, and bi the werkis of hise hondis thou schalt destrie hem; and thou schalt not bilde hem.

Because they do not respect the works of the LORD, nor the operation of his hands, he will break them down and not build them up.

6 Blissid be the Lord; for he herde the vois of my bisechyng.

Blessed be the LORD, because he has heard the voice of my petitions.

7 The Lord is myn helpere and my defendere; and myn herte hopide in hym, and Y am helpid. And my fleisch flouride ayen; and of my wille Y schal knowleche to hym.

The LORD is my strength and my shield. My heart has trusted in him, and I am helped. Therefore my heart greatly rejoices. With my song I will thank him.

8 The Lord is the strengthe of his puple; and he is defendere of the sauyngis of his crist.

The LORD is their strength. He is a stronghold of salvation to his anointed.

9 Lord, make thou saaf thi puple, and blesse thou thin eritage; and reule thou hem, and enhaunse thou hem til in to with outen ende.

Save your people, and bless your inheritance. Be their shepherd also, and bear them up forever.