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.
Unto the end, for Idithun himself, a canticle of David. I said: I will take heed to my ways: that I sin not with my tongue. I have set guard to my mouth, when the sinner stood against me.
2 I was doumb, and was mekid ful gretli, and was stille fro goodis; and my sorewe was renulid.
I was dumb, and was humbled, and kept silence from good things: and my sorrow was renewed.
3 Myn herte was hoot with ynne me; and fier schal brenne out in my thenkyng.
My heart grew hot within me: and in my meditation a fire shall flame out.
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.
I spoke with my tongue: O Lord, make me know my end. And what is the number of my days: that I may know what is wanting to me.
5 Lo! thou hast set my daies mesurable; and my substaunce is as nouyt bifor thee. Netheles al vanytee; ech man lyuynge.
Behold thou hast made my days measurable: and my substance is as nothing before thee. And indeed all things are vanity: every man living.
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.
Surely man passeth as an image: yea, and he is disquieted in vain. He storeth up: and he knoweth not for whom he shall gather these things.
7 And now which is myn abiding? whether not the Lord? and my substaunce is at thee.
And now what is my hope? is it not the Lord? and my substance is with thee.
8 Delyuere thou me fro alle my wickidnessis; thou hast youe me schenschip to the vnkunnynge.
Deliver thou me from all my iniquities: thou hast made me a reproach to the fool.
9 I was doumbe, and openyde not my mouth; for thou hast maad,
I was dumb, and I opened not my mouth, because thou hast done it.
10 remoue thou thi woundis fro me.
Remove thy scourges from me. The strength of thy hand hath made me faint in rebukes:
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.
Thou hast corrected man for iniquity. And thou hast made his soul to waste away like a spider: surely in vain is any man disquieted.
12 Lord, here thou my preier and my bisechyng; perseyue thou with eeris my teeris.
Hear my prayer, O Lord, and my supplication: give ear to my tears. Be not silent: for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner as all my fathers were.
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.
O forgive me, that I may be refreshed, before I go hence, and be no more.
