Psalms 31

1 To victorie, the salm of Dauid. Lord, Y hopide in thee, be Y not schent with outen ende; delyuere thou me in thi riytfulnesse.

For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David. In you, LORD, I take refuge. Let me never be disappointed. Deliver me in your righteousness.

2 Bouwe doun thin eere to me; haaste thou to delyuere me. Be thou to me in to God defendere, and in to an hows of refuyt; that thou make me saaf.

Bow down your ear to me. Deliver me speedily. Be to me a strong rock, a house of defense to save me.

3 For thou art my strengthe and my refuyt; and for thi name thou schalt lede me forth, and schalt nurische me.

For you are my rock and my fortress, therefore for your name’s sake lead me and guide me.

4 Thou schalt lede me out of the snare, which thei hidden to me; for thou art my defendere.

Pluck me out of the net that they have laid secretly for me, for you are my stronghold.

5 I bitake my spirit in to thin hondis; Lord God of treuthe, thou hast ayen bouyt me.

Into your hand I commend my spirit. You redeem me, LORD, God of truth.

6 Thou hatist hem that kepen vanytees superfluli.

I hate those who regard lying vanities, but I trust in the LORD.

7 Forsothe Y hopide in the Lord; Y schal haue fulli ioie, and schal be glad in thi merci. For thou byheldist my mekenesse; thou sauedist my lijf fro nedis.

I will be glad and rejoice in your loving kindness, for you have seen my affliction. You have known my soul in adversities.

8 And thou closidist not me togidere withynne the hondis of the enemy; thou hast sett my feet in a large place.

You have not shut me up into the hand of the enemy. You have set my feet in a large place.

9 Lord, haue thou merci on me, for Y am troblid; myn iye is troblid in ire, my soule and my wombe `ben troblid.

Have mercy on me, LORD, for I am in distress. My eye, my soul, and my body waste away with grief.

10 For whi my lijf failide in sorewe; and my yeeris in weilynges. Mi vertu is maad feble in pouert; and my boonys ben disturblid.

For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.

11 Ouer alle myn enemyes Y am maad schenship greetli to my neiyboris; and drede to my knowun. Thei that sien me with outforth, fledden fro me; Y am youun to foryetyng,

Because of all my adversaries I have become utterly contemptible to my neighbors, a horror to my acquaintances. Those who saw me on the street fled from me.

12 as a deed man fro herte. I am maad as a lorun vessel;

I am forgotten from their hearts like a dead man. I am like broken pottery.

13 for Y herde dispisyng of many men dwellynge in cumpas. In that thing the while thei camen togidere ayens me; thei counceliden to take my lijf.

For I have heard the slander of many, terror on every side, while they conspire together against me, they plot to take away my life.

14 But, Lord, Y hopide in thee; Y seide, Thou art my God; my tymes ben in thin hondis.

But I trust in you, LORD. I said, “You are my God.”

15 Delyuer thou me fro the hondis of mynen enemyes; and fro hem that pursuen me.

My times are in your hand. Deliver me from the hand of my enemies, and from those who persecute me.

16 Make thou cleer thi face on thi seruaunt; Lord, make thou me saaf in thi merci;

Make your face to shine on your servant. Save me in your loving kindness.

17 be Y not schent, for Y inwardli clepide thee. Unpitouse men be aschamed, and be led forth in to helle; (Sheol h7585)

Let me not be disappointed, LORD, for I have called on you. Let the wicked be disappointed. Let them be silent in Sheol (Sheol h7585).

18 gileful lippys be maad doumbe. That speken wickidnesse ayens a iust man; in pride, and in mysusyng.

Let the lying lips be mute, which speak against the righteous insolently, with pride and contempt.

19 Lord, the multitude of thi swetnesse is ful greet; which thou hast hid to men dredynge thee. Thou hast maad a perfit thing to hem, that hopen in thee; in the siyt of the sones of men.

Oh how great is your goodness, which you have laid up for those who fear you, which you have worked for those who take refuge in you, before the sons of men!

20 Thou schalt hide hem in the priuyte of thi face; fro disturblyng of men. Thou schalt defende hem in thi tabernacle; fro ayenseiyng of tungis.

In the shelter of your presence you will hide them from the plotting of man. You will keep them secretly in a dwelling away from the strife of tongues.

21 Blessid be the Lord; for he hath maad wondurful his merci to me in a strengthid citee.

Praise be to the LORD, for he has shown me his marvelous loving kindness in a strong city.

22 Forsothe Y seide in the passyng of my soule; Y am cast out fro the face of thin iyen. Therfor thou herdist the vois of my preier; while Y criede to thee.

As for me, I said in my haste, “I am cut off from before your eyes.” Nevertheless you heard the voice of my petitions when I cried to you.

23 Alle ye hooli men of the Lord, loue hym; for the Lord schal seke treuthe, and he schal yelde plenteuousli to hem that doen pride.

Oh love the LORD, all you his saints! The LORD preserves the faithful, and fully recompenses him who behaves arrogantly.

24 Alle ye that hopen in the Lord, do manli; and youre herte be coumfortid.

Be strong, and let your heart take courage, all you who hope in the LORD.