Psalms 41

1 For victorie, the song of Dauid. Blessid is he that vndurstondith `on a nedi man and pore; the Lord schal delyuere hym in the yuel dai.

To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David. Happy is the man who gives thought to the poor; the Lord will be his saviour in the time of trouble.

2 The Lord kepe hym, and quykene hym, and make hym blesful in the lond; and bitake not hym in to the wille of his enemyes.

The Lord will keep him safe, and give him life; the Lord will let him be a blessing on the earth, and will not give him into the hand of his haters.

3 The Lord bere help to hym on the bed of his sorewe; thou hast ofte turned al his bed stre in his sijknesse.

The Lord will be his support on his bed of pain: by you will all his grief be turned to strength.

4 I seide, Lord, haue thou mercy on me; heele thou my soule, for Y synnede ayens thee.

I said, Lord, have mercy on me; make my soul well, because my faith is in you.

5 Myn enemyes seiden yuels to me; Whanne schal he die, and his name schal perische?

My haters say evil against me, When will he be dead, and his name come to an end?

6 And if he entride for to se, he spak veyn thingis; his herte gaderide wickidnesse to hym silf.

If one comes to see me, deceit is in his heart; he keeps a store of evil, which he makes public in every place.

7 He yede with out forth; and spak to the same thing. Alle myn enemyes bacbitiden pryuyli ayens me; ayens me thei thouyten yuels to me.

All my haters are talking secretly together against me; they are designing my downfall.

8 Thei ordeineden an yuel word ayens me; Whether he that slepith, schal not leie to, that he rise ayen?

They say, He has an evil disease, which will not let him go: and now that he is down he will not get up again.

9 For whi the man of my pees, in whom Y hopide, he that eet my looues; made greet disseit on me.

Even my dearest friend, in whom I had faith, who took bread with me, is turned against me.

10 But thou, Lord, haue merci on me, and reise me ayen; and Y schal yelde to hem.

But you, O Lord, have mercy on me, lifting me up, so that I may give them their punishment.

11 In this thing Y knew, that thou woldist me; for myn enemye schal not haue ioye on me.

By this I see that you have pleasure in me, because my hater does not overcome me.

12 Forsothe thou hast take me vp for ynnocence; and hast confermed me in thi siyt with outen ende.

And as for me, you are my support in my righteousness, giving me a place before your face for ever.

13 Blessid be the Lord God of Israel, fro the world and in to the world; be it doon, be it doon.

May the Lord God of Israel be praised, through eternal days and for ever. So be it. So be it.