Psalms 57
1 `In Ebreu thus, To the victorie, lese thou not the semeli song, `ether the `swete song of Dauid, `whanne he fledde fro the face of Saul in to the denne. `In Jeroms translacioun thus, For victorie, that thou lese not Dauid, meke and simple, whanne he fledde fro the face of Saul in to the denne. God, haue thou merci on me, haue thou merci on me; for my soule tristith in thee. And Y schal hope in the schadewe of thi wyngis; til wickidnesse passe.
Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me, for my soul takes refuge in thee. Yea, in the shadow of thy wings I will take refuge until calamities be passed by.
2 I schal crye to God altherhiyeste; to God that dide wel to me.
I will cry to God Most High, to God who performs for me.
3 He sente fro heuene, and delyuerede me; he yaf in to schenschip hem that defoulen me. God sente his merci and his treuthe,
He will send from heaven, and save me from the reproach of him who would swallow me up. (Selah) God will send forth his loving kindness and his truth.
4 and delyuerede my soule fro the myddis of whelpis of liouns; Y slepte disturblid. The sones of men, the teeth of hem ben armuris and arowis; and her tunge is a scharp swerd.
My soul is among lions. I lie among those who are set on fire, even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.
5 God, be thou enhaunsid aboue heuenes; and thi glorie aboue al erthe.
Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens, thy glory above all the earth.
6 Thei maden redi a snare to my feet; and thei greetly boweden my lijf. Thei delueden a diche bifore my face; and thei felden doun in to it.
They have prepared a net for my steps. My soul is bowed down. They have dug a pit before me. They are fallen into the midst of it themselves. (Selah)
7 God, myn herte is redi, myn herte is redi; Y schal singe, and Y schal seie salm.
My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed. I will sing, yea, I will sing praises.
8 Mi glorie, rise thou vp; sautrie and harpe, rise thou vp; Y schal rise vp eerli.
Awake up, my glory. Awake, psaltery and harp. I myself will awake right early.
9 Lord, Y schal knouleche to thee among puplis; and Y schal seie salm among hethene men.
I will give thanks to thee, O Lord, among the peoples. I will sing praises to thee among the nations.
10 For thi merci is magnified til to heuenes; and thi treuthe til to cloudis.
For thy loving kindness is great to the heavens, and thy truth to the skies.
11 God, be thou enhaunsid aboue heuenes; and thi glorie ouer al erthe.
Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens, thy glory above all the earth.
