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 leader of the music; to be accompanied with wind instruments. A psalm of David.” Give ear to my words, O LORD; Have regard to my cry!
2 Mi kyng, and my God; yyue thou tent to the vois of my preier.
Listen to the voice of my supplication, my King and my God! For to thee do I address my prayer.
3 For, Lord, Y schal preie to thee; here thou eerly my vois.
In the morning shalt thou hear my voice, O LORD! In the morning will I address my prayer to thee, and look for help.
4 Eerli Y schal stonde nyy thee, and Y schal se; for thou art God not willynge wickidnesse.
For thou art not a God that hath pleasure in wickedness; The unrighteous man dwelleth not with thee.
5 Nethir an yuel willid man schal dwelle bisidis thee; nethir vniust men schulen dwelle bifor thin iyen.
The haughty shall not stand in thy sight; Thou hatest all that do iniquity.
6 Thou hatist alle that worchen wickidnesse; thou schalt leese alle that speken leesyng. The Lord schal holde abhomynable a manquellere, and gileful man.
Thou destroyest them that speak falsehood; The man of blood and deceit the LORD abhorreth.
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 I, through thy great goodness, will come to thy house; In thy fear will I worship at thy holy temple.
8 Lord, lede thou forth me in thi riytfulnesse for myn enemyes; dresse thou my weie in thi siyt.
Lead me, O LORD! in thy righteousness, because of mine enemies; Make thy path straight before my face!
9 For whi treuthe is not in her mouth; her herte is veyn.
For in their mouth there is no truth; Their heart is malignity; Their throat is an open sepulchre; They flatter with their tongue.
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.
Requite them, O God! Let them be confounded in their devices; Cast them out for the multitude of their transgressions; For against thee have they rebelled!
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 let all, that put their trust in thee, rejoice; Let them ever shout for joy, because thou defendest them; Let them, that love thy name, be joyful in thee!
12 for thou schalt blesse a iust man. Lord, thou hast corouned vs, as with the scheeld of thi good wille.
For thou, O LORD! dost bless the righteous; With favor dost thou encompass him, as with a shield.
