Psalms 63
1 `The salm of Dauid, `whanne he was in the desert of Judee. God, my God, Y wake to thee ful eerli. Mi soule thirstide to thee; my fleisch thirstide to thee ful many foold.
A Melody of David. When he was in the Wilderness of Judah. O God, my GOD, thou art, Earnestly do I desire thee, —My soul thirsteth for thee, My flesh fainteth for thee, In a land—dry, and weary for want of water, —
2 In a lond forsakun with out wei, and with out water, so Y apperide to thee in hooli; that Y schulde se thi vertu, and thi glorie.
In like manner as, in the sanctuary, I have had vision of thee, To behold thy power and thy glory.
3 For thi merci is betere than lyues; my lippis schulen herie thee.
Because better is thy lovingkindness than life, My lips, aloud shall praise thee!
4 So Y schal blesse thee in my lijf; and in thi name Y schal reise myn hondis.
Thus, will I bless thee while I live, In thy Name, will I lift up mine outspread hands:
5 Mi soule be fillid as with inner fatnesse and vttermere fatnesse; and my mouth schal herie with lippis of ful out ioiyng.
As with fatness and richness, shall my soul be satisfied, And, with joyfully shouting lips, shall my mouth utter praise.
6 So Y hadde mynde on thee on my bed, in morewtidis Y shal thenke of thee;
Should I call thee to mind upon my couch, In the watches of the night, would I breathe soft speech of thee.
7 for thou were myn helpere. And in the keueryng of thi wyngis Y schal make `ful out ioye, my soule cleuede after thee;
For thou hast become a help unto me, —And, in the shadow of thy wings, will I shout for joy.
8 thi riythond took me vp.
My soul hath run clinging to thee, On me, hath thy right hand laid hold.
9 Forsothe thei souyten in veyn my lijf, thei schulen entre in to the lower thingis of erthe;
When, they, to crush it, would seek my life, They shall go into the lower parts of the earth:
10 thei schulen be bitakun in to the hondis of swerd, thei schulen be maad the partis of foxis.
Every one shall be given up into the power of the sword, The portion of jackals, shall they become.
11 But the king schal be glad in God; and alle men schulen be preysid that sweren in hym, for the mouth of hem, that speken wickid thingis, is stoppid.
But, the king, shall rejoice in God, —Every one shall glory who sweareth by him, For the mouth of them who speak falsehood, shall be stopped.
