Psalms 39
1 For victorie, to Iditum, the song of Dauid. I seide, Y schal kepe my weies; that Y trespasse not in my tunge. I settide kepyng to my mouth; whanne a synnere stood ayens me.
To the chief music-maker. Of Jeduthun. A Psalm. Of David. I said, I will give attention to my ways, so that my tongue may do no wrong; I will keep my mouth under control, while the sinner is before me.
2 I was doumb, and was mekid ful gretli, and was stille fro goodis; and my sorewe was renulid.
I made no sound, I said no word, even of good; and I was moved with sorrow.
3 Myn herte was hoot with ynne me; and fier schal brenne out in my thenkyng.
My heart was burning in my breast; while I was deep in thought the fire was lighted; then I said with my tongue,
4 I spak in my tunge; Lord, make thou myn eende knowun to me. And the noumbre of my daies what it is; that Y wite, what failith to me.
Lord, give me knowledge of my end, and of the measure of my days, so that I may see how feeble I am.
5 Lo! thou hast set my daies mesurable; and my substaunce is as nouyt bifor thee. Netheles al vanytee; ech man lyuynge.
You have made my days no longer than a hand's measure; and my years are nothing in your eyes; truly, every man is but a breath. (Selah)
6 Netheles a man passith in ymage; but also he is disturblid veynli. He tresorith; and he noot, to whom he `schal gadere tho thingis.
Truly, every man goes on his way like an image; he is troubled for no purpose: he makes a great store of wealth, and has no knowledge of who will get it.
7 And now which is myn abiding? whether not the Lord? and my substaunce is at thee.
And now, Lord, what am I waiting for? my hope is in you.
8 Delyuere thou me fro alle my wickidnessis; thou hast youe me schenschip to the vnkunnynge.
Make me free from all my sins; do not let me be shamed by the man of evil behaviour.
9 I was doumbe, and openyde not my mouth; for thou hast maad,
I was quiet, and kept my mouth shut; because you had done it.
10 remoue thou thi woundis fro me.
No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
11 Fro the strengthe of thin hond Y failide in blamyngis; for wickidnesse thou hast chastisid man. And thou madist his lijf to faile as an yreyne; netheles ech man is disturblid in veyn.
By the weight of your wrath against man's sin, the glory of his form is wasted away; truly every man is but a breath. (Selah)
12 Lord, here thou my preier and my bisechyng; perseyue thou with eeris my teeris.
Let my prayer come to your ears, O Lord, and give attention to my cry, make an answer to my weeping: for my time here is short before you, and in a little time I will be gone, like all my fathers.
13 Be thou not stille, for Y am a comelyng at thee; and a pilgrime, as alle my fadris. Foryyue thou to me, that Y be refreischid, bifor that Y go; and Y schal no more be.
Let your wrath be turned away from me, so that I may be comforted, before I go away from here, and become nothing.
