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 musician on Neginoth, a psalm of David.” When I call, answer me, O God of my righteousness: amidst distress thou hast [ever] granted me enlargement; be gracious unto me, and hear 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 ye sons of men, how long shall my glory be put to shame? [how long] will ye love vanity, will ye seek for lies? (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.
But know that the Lord hath set apart the pious for himself: the Lord will hear when I call on him.
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.
Tremble, and sin not: commune with your heart upon your bed, and be still (Selah)
5 Sacrifie ye `the sacrifice of riytfulnesse, and hope ye in the Lord; many seien, Who schewide goodis to vs?
Offer the sacrifices of righteousness, and put your trust in the Lord.
6 Lord, the liyt of thi cheer is markid on vs; thou hast youe gladnesse in myn herte.
Many say, “Who will show us happiness? Let shine brightly over us the light of thy countenance, O Lord.”
7 Thei ben multiplied of the fruit of whete, and of wyn; and of her oile.
[But] thou hast placed more joy in my heart than at the time when their corn and their wine were increased.
8 In pees in the same thing; Y schal slepe, and take reste. For thou, Lord; hast set me syngulerli in hope.
In peace, altogether, will I lay me down and sleep; for thou, Lord, alone, causest me to dwell in safety.
