Psalms 61

1 To the victorie on orgun, to Dauid hym silf. God, here thou my biseching; yyue thou tent to my preyer.

To the chief music-maker. On a corded instrument. Of David. Let my cry come to you, O God; let your ears be open to my prayer.

2 Fro the endis of the lond Y criede to thee; the while myn herte was angwischid, thou enhaunsidist me in a stoon.

From the end of the earth will I send up my cry to you, when my heart is overcome: take me to the rock which is over-high for me.

3 Thou laddest me forth, for thou art maad myn hope; a tour of strengthe fro the face of the enemye.

For you have been my secret place, and my high tower from those who made war on me.

4 I schal dwelle in thi tabernacle in to worldis; Y schal be keuered in the hilyng of thi wengis.

I will make your tent my resting-place for ever: I will keep myself under the cover of your wings. (Selah)

5 For thou, my God, hast herd my preier; thou hast youe eritage to hem that dreden thi name.

For you, O God, have made answer to my prayers; you have given me the heritage of those who give honour to your name.

6 Thou schalt adde daies on the daies of the king; hise yeeris til in to the dai of generacioun and of generacioun.

You will give the king long life; and make his years go on through the generations.

7 He dwellith with outen ende in the siyt of God; who schal seke the merci and treuthe of hym?

May the seat of his authority be before God for ever; may mercy and righteousness keep him safe.

8 So Y schal seie salm to thi name in to the world of world; that Y yelde my vowis fro dai in to dai.

So will I make songs in praise of your name for ever, giving to God that which is right day by day.