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 Musician. For Jeduthun. A Melody of David. I said, [to myself, ] I will take heed to my ways, That I sin not with my tongue, —I will put on my mouth a muzzle, So long as the lawless 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 held my peace, afar from happiness, But, my pain had been stirred:
3 Myn herte was hoot with ynne me; and fier schal brenne out in my thenkyng.
Hot was my heart within me, While I was musing, there was kindled a fire, 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.
Let me know, O Yahweh, mine end, And the measure of my days—what it is, I would know how short-lived I am.
5 Lo! thou hast set my daies mesurable; and my substaunce is as nouyt bifor thee. Netheles al vanytee; ech man lyuynge.
Lo! as hand-breadths, hast thou granted my days, and my life-time, is as nothing before thee, —Surely, a mere breath, are all men, [even] such as stand firm. (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.
Surely as a shadow, doth every man wander, Surely in vain, do they bustle about, he heapeth things up, and knoweth not who shall gather them in.
7 And now which is myn abiding? whether not the Lord? and my substaunce is at thee.
Now, therefore, for what have I waited, O My Lord? My hope, is, in thee.
8 Delyuere thou me fro alle my wickidnessis; thou hast youe me schenschip to the vnkunnynge.
From all my transgressions, rescue thou me, —The reproach of the base, oh do not make me!
9 I was doumbe, and openyde not my mouth; for thou hast maad,
I am dumb, I cannot open my mouth, for, thou, hast done it.
10 remoue thou thi woundis fro me.
Remove from off me thy stroke, Because of the hostility of thy hand, am, I, consumed.
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, by rebukes for iniquity, thou hast corrected a man, Then hast thou consumed, as a moth, all that was delightful within him, Surely, a breath, are all men. (Selah)
12 Lord, here thou my preier and my bisechyng; perseyue thou with eeris my teeris.
Hear my prayer, O Yahweh, And, unto my cry for help, give ear, At my tears, do not be silent, —For, a sojourner, am, I, with thee, A stranger, 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.
Look away from me that I may brighten up, Ere yet I depart and am no more.
