Psalms 5

1 To the ouercomere on the eritagis, the song of Dauid. Lord, perseyue thou my wordis with eeris; vndurstonde thou my cry.

For the music director. A psalm of David, to be accompanied by flutes. Lord, please listen to me. Don't ignore my groans of distress.

2 Mi kyng, and my God; yyue thou tent to the vois of my preier.

Hear me pleading for help, my King and my God, because I'm praying to you.

3 For, Lord, Y schal preie to thee; here thou eerly my vois.

Please listen to what I have to say in the morning, Lord. Every morning I put my requests to you and wait for your reply.

4 Eerli Y schal stonde nyy thee, and Y schal se; for thou art God not willynge wickidnesse.

For you are not a God who has any pleasure in wickedness; evil has no place with you.

5 Nethir an yuel willid man schal dwelle bisidis thee; nethir vniust men schulen dwelle bifor thin iyen.

The proud cannot come into your presence; you hate everyone who does evil.

6 Thou hatist alle that worchen wickidnesse; thou schalt leese alle that speken leesyng. The Lord schal holde abhomynable a manquellere, and gileful man.

You destroy those who tell lies. The Lord loathes bloodthirsty and deceptive people.

7 But, Lord, in the multitude of thi merci Y schal entre in to thin hows; Y schal worschipe to thin hooli temple in thi drede.

But because of the greatness of your trustworthy love, I can come into your house; in awe of you I bow down towards your holy Temple.

8 Lord, lede thou forth me in thi riytfulnesse for myn enemyes; dresse thou my weie in thi siyt.

Lead me, Lord, you who always does what is right, save me from my enemies. Make your way clear to me.

9 For whi treuthe is not in her mouth; her herte is veyn.

Nothing they say can be trusted; their main desire is to destroy. Their throat is like an open grave; their tongues are full of flattery.

10 Her throte is an opyn sepulcre, thei diden gilefuli with her tungis; God, deme thou hem. Falle thei doun fro her thouytis, vp the multitude of her wickidnessis caste thou hem doun; for, Lord, thei han terrid thee to ire.

God, condemn them as guilty! Make them fall because of their evil plans. Throw them out because of all their sins, for they have rebelled against you.

11 And alle that hopen in thee, be glad; thei schulen make fulli ioye with outen ende, and thou schalt dwelle in hem. And alle that louen thi name schulen haue glorie in thee;

But may all those who trust in you be happy—may they sing for joy forever. May you spread your protection over them so that everyone who loves your character may celebrate.

12 for thou schalt blesse a iust man. Lord, thou hast corouned vs, as with the scheeld of thi good wille.

For you, Lord, bless those who live right; you protect them with your shield of love.