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: A psalm of David, to be accompanied by the flute. Hear my words, Lord: give heed to my whisper.
2 Mi kyng, and my God; yyue thou tent to the vois of my preier.
Attend to my loud cry for help, my king and my God.
3 For, Lord, Y schal preie to thee; here thou eerly my vois.
When I pray to you, Lord, in the morning, hear my voice. I make ready for you in the morning, and look for a sign.
4 Eerli Y schal stonde nyy thee, and Y schal se; for thou art God not willynge wickidnesse.
For you are no God who takes pleasure in wickedness: no one of evil can be your guest.
5 Nethir an yuel willid man schal dwelle bisidis thee; nethir vniust men schulen dwelle bifor thin iyen.
No braggarts can stand in your presence, you hate all workers of wrong.
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 all speakers of lies, people of blood and deceit you abhor.
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 your kindness abundant, may enter your house, and towards the shrine of your temple may reverently bow.
8 Lord, lede thou forth me in thi riytfulnesse for myn enemyes; dresse thou my weie in thi siyt.
Lead me, Lord, in your righteousness because of my enemies. Make your way level before me.
9 For whi treuthe is not in her mouth; her herte is veyn.
For their mouth is a stranger to truth, their heart is a pit of destruction. Their throat is a wide open grave, their tongue the smooth tongue of the hypocrite.
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.
Condemn them, God; let their schemes bring them down to the ground. For their numberless crimes thrust them down for playing the rebel 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 let all who take refuge in you ring out their gladness forever. Protect those who love your name, so they may exult in you.
12 for thou schalt blesse a iust man. Lord, thou hast corouned vs, as with the scheeld of thi good wille.
For you give your blessing, Lord, to the godly, and the shield of your favor protects them.
