Psalms 43

1 God, deme thou me, and departe thou my cause fro a folc not hooli; delyuere thou me fro a wickid man, and gileful.

Vindicate me O God - and conduct! case my from a nation not faithful from a man of deceit and injustice you will deliver me.

2 For thou art God, my strengthe; whi hast thou put me abac, and whi go Y soreuful, while the enemy turmentith me?

For you - [are] [the] God of refuge my why? have you rejected me why? mourning do I go about in [the] oppression of an enemy.

3 Sende out thi liyt, and thi treuthe; tho ledden me forth, and brouyten in to thin hooli hil, and in to thi tabernaclis.

Send light your and truth your they may they lead me may they bring me to [the] mountain of holiness your and to dwelling place your.

4 And Y schal entre to the auter of God; to God, that gladith my yongthe. God, my God, Y schal knowleche to thee in an harpe; my soule,

And I will go - to [the] altar of God to [the] God of [the] joy of rejoicing my and I will give thanks to you with a harp O God God my.

5 whi art thou sory, and whi troblist thou me? Hope thou in God, for yit Y schal knouleche to hym; he is the helthe of my cheer, and my God.

Why? are you bowed down - O soul my and why? are you in turmoil on me wait for God for again I will give thanks to him [the] salvation of face my and God my.