Psalms 4
1 `To the victorie in orguns; the salm of Dauid. Whanne Y inwardli clepid, God of my riytwisnesse herde me; in tribulacioun thou hast alargid to me.
To the chief music-maker on corded instruments. A Psalm. Of David. Give answer to my cry, O God of my righteousness; make me free from my troubles; have mercy on me, and give ear to my prayer.
2 Haue thou mercy on me; and here thou my preier. Sones of men, hou long ben ye of heuy herte? whi louen ye vanite, and seken a leesyng?
O you sons of men, how long will you go on turning my glory into shame? how long will you give your love to foolish things, going after what is false? (Selah)
3 And wite ye, that the Lord hath maad merueilous his hooli man; the Lord schal here me, whanne Y schal crye to hym.
See how the Lord has made great his mercy for me; the Lord will give ear to my cry.
4 Be ye wrothe, and nyle ye do synne; `and for tho thingis whiche ye seien in youre hertis and in youre beddis, be ye compunct.
Let there be fear in your hearts, and do no sin; have bitter feelings on your bed, but make no sound. (Selah)
5 Sacrifie ye `the sacrifice of riytfulnesse, and hope ye in the Lord; many seien, Who schewide goodis to vs?
Give the offerings of righteousness, and put your faith in the Lord.
6 Lord, the liyt of thi cheer is markid on vs; thou hast youe gladnesse in myn herte.
There are numbers who say, Who will do us any good? the light of his face has gone from us.
7 Thei ben multiplied of the fruit of whete, and of wyn; and of her oile.
Lord, you have put joy in my heart, more than they have when their grain and their wine are increased.
8 In pees in the same thing; Y schal slepe, and take reste. For thou, Lord; hast set me syngulerli in hope.
I will take my rest on my bed in peace, because you only, Lord, keep me safe.
