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.
“To the chief musician, a psalm of David.” In thee, O Lord, do I put my trust; Oh that I may never be put to shame: through thy righteousness do thou release me.
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.
Bend unto me thy ear; speedily deliver me: be thou unto me as a rock of protection, as a mountain strong-hold 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 my rock and my stronghold art thou; and for the sake of thy name lead me, and guide me.
4 Thou schalt lede me out of the snare, which thei hidden to me; for thou art my defendere.
Draw me out of the net which they have laid secretly for me; for thou art my protection.
5 I bitake my spirit in to thin hondis; Lord God of treuthe, thou hast ayen bouyt me.
Into thy hand do I commit my spirit: thou redeemest me, O Lord, the God of truth.
6 Thou hatist hem that kepen vanytees superfluli.
I hate those that depend on lying vanities; but I trust indeed 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 thy kindness; because thou hast seen my misery; thou hast taken cognizance of the distresses of my soul;
8 And thou closidist not me togidere withynne the hondis of the enemy; thou hast sett my feet in a large place.
And thou hast not surrendered me into the hand of the enemy: thou hast caused my feet to stand on an ample space.
9 Lord, haue thou merci on me, for Y am troblid; myn iye is troblid in ire, my soule and my wombe `ben troblid.
Be gracious unto me, O Lord, for I am in distress; my eye is consumed through vexation—my soul [too] and my body.
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, and my years with sighing, my strength faileth because of my iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
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 assailants am I become a reproach, and unto my neighbors greatly so, and a terror to my acquaintance, those that see me abroad flee away from me.
12 as a deed man fro herte. I am maad as a lorun vessel;
I am forgotten as a dead man out of the heart: I am become like a perishable vessel.
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 slandering of many; terror was on every side, while they took counsel together against me: to take away my life did they purpose.
14 But, Lord, Y hopide in thee; Y seide, Thou art my God; my tymes ben in thin hondis.
But I trusted well in thee, O Lord: I said, Thou art my God.
15 Delyuer thou me fro the hondis of mynen enemyes; and fro hem that pursuen me.
In thy hand are my destinies: deliver me from the hand of my enemies, and from my persecutors.
16 Make thou cleer thi face on thi seruaunt; Lord, make thou me saaf in thi merci;
Let thy face shine upon thy servant: save me through thy kindness.
17 be Y not schent, for Y inwardli clepide thee. Unpitouse men be aschamed, and be led forth in to helle; (Sheol h7585)
O Lord, let me not be put to shame; for I have called on thee: let the wicked be put to shame, let them be silent, [passing] to the nether world. (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 made dumb, which speak hard things against the righteous, 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 thy goodness, which thou hast treasured up for those that fear thee; which thou hast wrought for those that trust in thee 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.
Thou wilt conceal them in the secret of thy presence from the conspiracy of men: thou wilt keep them secretly in a pavilion from the strife of tongues.
21 Blessid be the Lord; for he hath maad wondurful his merci to me in a strengthid citee.
Blessed be the Lord: for he hath shown me his kindness wonderfully in a beleaguered 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.
And yet had I said in my despondency, I am cut off from before thy eyes: nevertheless thou didst hear the voice of my supplications when I cried loudly unto thee.
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 ye his pious ones: the Lord preserveth the faithful, and recompenses the presumption of him that acteth proudly.
24 Alle ye that hopen in the Lord, do manli; and youre herte be coumfortid.
Be strong, and let your heart be of good courage, all ye that hope in the Lord.
