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 Chief Musician. For a stringed instrument. By David. Hear my cry, God. 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 the end of the earth, I will call to you when my heart is overwhelmed. Lead me to the rock that is 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 strong tower from the enemy.

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

I will dwell in your tent forever. I will take refuge in 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 my vows. You have given me the heritage of those who fear 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 prolong the king’s life. His years will be for generations.

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

He shall be enthroned in God’s presence forever. Appoint your loving kindness and truth, that they may preserve 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 will sing praise to your name forever, that I may fulfill my vows daily.