Psalms 61

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

For the music director. With stringed instruments. A psalm of David. God, please hear my cry for help; please listen 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 this distant place, far from home, I cry out to you as my courage fails. Take me to a rock high above me where I will be safe,

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

for you are my protection, a strong tower where my enemies cannot attack me.

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

Let me live with you forever; protect me under the shelter 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, God, have heard the promises I've made. You have given all those who love your character your special blessing.

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

Please give the king many extra years; may his reign last through generations.

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

May he always live in your presence; may your trustworthy love and faithfulness protect him.

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.

Then I will always sing praises to you, and every day I will keep my promises to you.