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.
“A psalm of David. For the leader of the music of the Jeduthunites.” I said, I will take heed to my ways, That I may not sin with my tongue; I will keep my mouth with a bridle, While the wicked is before me.
2 I was doumb, and was mekid ful gretli, and was stille fro goodis; and my sorewe was renulid.
I was dumb with silence; I spake not even what was good; But my pain was increased.
3 Myn herte was hoot with ynne me; and fier schal brenne out in my thenkyng.
My heart was hot within me; In my anguish the fire burst forth, And I spake 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, make me to know mine end, And the number of my days, That I may know how frail I am!
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 as a hand-breadth, And my life is as nothing before thee; Yea, every man in his firmest state is altogether vanity. (Pause)
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 every man walketh in a vain show; Surely he disquieteth himself in vain; He heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.
7 And now which is myn abiding? whether not the Lord? and my substaunce is at thee.
What, then, O Lord! is my hope? My hope is in thee!
8 Delyuere thou me fro alle my wickidnessis; thou hast youe me schenschip to the vnkunnynge.
Deliver me from all my transgressions; Let me not be the reproach of scoffers!
9 I was doumbe, and openyde not my mouth; for thou hast maad,
Yet I am dumb; I open not my mouth; For thou hast done it!
10 remoue thou thi woundis fro me.
But remove from me thine infliction; For I am perishing by the blow of thine 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.
When thou with rebukes dost chasten man for iniquity, Thou causest his glory to waste away like a moth! Surely every man is vanity.
12 Lord, here thou my preier and my bisechyng; perseyue thou with eeris my teeris.
Hear my prayer, O LORD! Give ear to my cry; Be not silent at my tears! For I am but a stranger with thee, 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 spare me, that I may recover strength, Before I go away, and be no more!
