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 OVERSEER. ON STRINGED INSTRUMENTS. BY DAVID. Hear, O God, my loud cry, attend 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.

I call to You from the end of the land, In the feebleness of my heart, You lead me into a rock higher than I.

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 a refuge for me, A tower of strength because of the enemy.

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

I sojourn in Your tent for all ages, I trust in the secret place 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 listened to my vows, You have appointed the inheritance Of those fearing 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 add days to the days of the king, His years as generation and generation.

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

He dwells before God for all time, Appoint kindness and truth—they keep 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.

So I praise Your Name forever, When I pay my vows day by day!