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.
A psalm of David. To you, Yahweh, I cry out; my rock, do not ignore me. If you do not respond to me, I will join those who go down to the grave.
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 sound of my pleading when I call for help from 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 drag me away with the wicked, those who do iniquity, who speak peace with their neighbors but have evil 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 what their deeds deserve and repay them what their wickedness demands, repay them for the work of their hands and render to them their due.
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 understand the deeds of Yahweh or the work of his hands, he will tear them down and never rebuild them.
6 Blissid be the Lord; for he herde the vois of my bisechyng.
Blessed be Yahweh because he has heard the sound of my pleading!
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.
Yahweh is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and I am helped. Therefore my heart greatly rejoices, and I will praise him with singing.
8 The Lord is the strengthe of his puple; and he is defendere of the sauyngis of his crist.
Yahweh is the strength of his people, and he is the saving refuge of his anointed one.
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 and carry them forever.
