Psalms 35
1 `To Dauid. Lord, deme thou hem, that anoien me; ouercome thou hem, that fiyten ayens me.
Of David. Contend, Lord, with those who contend with me, do battle with those who do battle with me.
2 Take thou armeris and scheeld; and rise vp into help to me.
Grasp shield and buckler, and rise up as my help.
3 Schede out the swerd, and close togidere ayens hem that pursuen me; seie thou to my soule, Y am thin helthe.
Draw spear and battle-axe, confront those who pursue me. Assure me that you will help me.
4 Thei that seken my lijf; be schent, and aschamed. Thei that thenken yuels to me; be turned awei bacward, and be schent.
Dishonor and shame be on those who are seeking my life! Defeat and confusion on those who are planning my hurt!
5 Be thei maad as dust bifor the face of the wynd; and the aungel of the Lord make hem streit.
As chaff before wind may they be, with the Lord’s angel pursuing them.
6 Her weie be maad derknesse, and slydirnesse; and the aungel of the Lord pursue hem.
Slippery and dark be their way, with his angel thrusting them on.
7 For with out cause thei hidden to me the deth of her snare; in veyn thei dispisiden my soule.
For they wantonly hid their net for me, and dug a pit to destroy me.
8 The snare which he knoweth not come to hym, and the takyng which he hidde take hym; and fall he in to the snare in that thing.
Upon them may ruin come unawares; may the net which they hid catch themselves, and into the pit may they fall.
9 But my soule schal fulli haue ioye in the Lord; and schal delite on his helthe.
Then I will exult in the Lord, and be joyful because of his help;
10 Alle my boonys schulen seie, Lord, who is lijk thee? Thou delyuerist a pore man fro the hond of his strengere; a nedi man and pore fro hem that diuersely rauischen hym.
and all my being will say, “Who, O Lord, is like you, who save the helpless from those too strong for them, the poor and the helpless from those who despoil them?”
11 Wickid witnessis risynge axiden me thingis, whiche Y knewe not.
Violent witnesses rise, and ask of me things that I know not.
12 Thei yeldiden to me yuels for goodis; bareynnesse to my soule.
Evil for good they requite me, leaving me inwardly comfortless.
13 But whanne thei weren diseseful to me; Y was clothid in an heire. I mekide my soule in fastyng; and my preier schal be turned `with ynne my bosum.
But when they were sick, I put on sackcloth, and chastened myself with fasting. I prayed with head bowed low,
14 I pleside so as oure neiybore, as oure brother; Y was `maad meke so as morenynge and sorewful.
as if for my friend or my brother. I went about bowed and in mourning, as one who laments his mother.
15 And thei weren glad, and camen togidere ayens me; turmentis weren gaderid on me, and Y knew not.
When I stumbled, they gleefully gathered, strangers gathered around me, and tore at me without ceasing,
16 Thei weren scaterid, and not compunct, thei temptiden me, thei scornyden me with mowyng; thei gnastiden on me with her teeth.
impiously mocking and mocking, bearing their teeth at me.
17 Lord, whanne thou schalt biholde, restore thou my soule fro the wickidnesse of hem; `restore thou myn oon aloone fro liouns.
How long, Lord, will you look on? Rescue me from their roaring, my precious life from the lions.
18 I schal knowleche to thee in a greet chirche; Y schal herie thee in a sad puple.
I will then give you thanks in the great congregation, and praise you before many people.
19 Thei that ben aduersaries wickidli to me, haue not ioye on me; that haten me with out cause, and bikenen with iyen.
Suffer not those to rejoice over me who are falsely my foes, suffer not those who without cause abhor me to wink with the eye.
20 For sotheli thei spaken pesibli to me; and thei spekynge in wrathfulnesse of erthe thouyten giles.
For it is not peace that they speak of those who are quiet in the land; but treacherous charges they plot.
21 And thei maden large her mouth on me; thei seiden, Wel, wel! oure iyen han sien.
With wide open mouths they shout, “Hurrah! Hurrah! With our own eyes we saw it.”
22 Lord, thou hast seen, be thou not stille; Lord, departe thou not fro me.
But you have seen, too, O Lord, keep not silence, O Lord, be not far from me.
23 Rise vp, and yyue tent to my doom; my God and my Lord, biholde in to my cause.
Bestir you, awake, for my right my God, my Lord, for my cause.
24 Mi Lord God, deme thou me bi thi riytfulnesse; and haue thei not ioye on me.
You are just, Lord: win for me justice, let them not rejoice over me,
25 Seie thei not in her hertis, Wel, wel, to oure soule; nether seie thei, We schulen deuoure hym.
inwardly saying, “Hurrah! The desire of our hearts at last! Now we have swallowed him up.”
26 Shame thei, and drede thei togidere; that thanken for myn yuels. Be thei clothid with schame and drede; that speken yuele thingis on me.
Shame and confusion together on those who rejoice at my hurt! Clothed with shame and dishonor be those who are haughty to me!
27 Haue thei ful ioie, and be thei glad that wolen my riytfulnesse; and seie thei euere, The Lord be magnyfied, whiche wolen the pees of his seruaunt.
Let such as delight in my cause ring out their gladness, and say evermore, “Great is the Lord whose delight is the well-being of his servant.”
28 And my tunge schal bithenke thi riytfulnesse; al day thin heriyng.
Then my tongue will tell of your justice, and all the day long of your praise.
