Psalms 71
1 Lord, Y hopide in thee, be Y not schent with outen ende;
In You, O LORD, I have taken refuge; let me never be put to shame.
2 in thi riytwisnesse delyuere thou me, and rauysche me out. Bowe doun thin eere to me; and make me saaf.
In Your justice, rescue and deliver me; incline Your ear and save me.
3 Be thou to me in to God a defendere; and in to a strengthid place, that thou make me saaf. For thou art my stidefastnesse; and my refuit.
Be my rock of refuge, where I can always go. Give the command to save me, for You are my rock and my fortress.
4 My God, delyuere thou me fro the hoond of the synner; and fro the hoond of a man doynge ayens the lawe, and of the wickid man.
Deliver me, O my God, from the hand of the wicked, from the grasp of the unjust and ruthless.
5 For thou, Lord, art my pacience; Lord, thou art myn hope fro my yongthe.
For You are my hope, O Lord GOD, my confidence from my youth.
6 In thee Y am confermyd fro the wombe; thou art my defendere fro the wombe of my modir.
I have leaned on You since birth; You pulled me from my mother’s womb. My praise is always for You.
7 My syngyng is euere in thee; Y am maad as a greet wonder to many men; and thou art a strong helpere.
I have become a portent to many, but You are my strong refuge.
8 My mouth be fillid with heriyng; that Y synge thi glorie, al dai thi greetnesse.
My mouth is filled with Your praise and with Your splendor all day long.
9 Caste thou not awei me in the tyme of eldnesse; whanne my vertu failith, forsake thou not me.
Do not discard me in my old age; do not forsake me when my strength fails.
10 For myn enemyes seiden of me; and thei that kepten my lijf maden counsel togidere.
For my enemies speak against me, and those who lie in wait for my life conspire,
11 Seiynge, God hath forsake hym; pursue ye, and take hym; for noon is that schal delyuere.
saying, “God has forsaken him; pursue him and seize him, for there is no one to rescue him.”
12 God, be thou not maad afer fro me; my God, biholde thou in to myn help.
Be not far from me, O God. Hurry, O my God, to help me.
13 Men that bacbiten my soule, be schent, and faile thei; and be thei hilid with schenschip and schame, that seken yuels to me.
May the accusers of my soul be ashamed and consumed; may those who seek my harm be covered with scorn and disgrace.
14 But Y schal hope euere; and Y schal adde euere ouer al thi preising.
But I will always hope and will praise You more and more.
15 Mi mouth schal telle thi riytfulnesse; al dai thin helthe. For Y knewe not lettrure, Y schal entre in to the poweres of the Lord;
My mouth will declare Your righteousness and Your salvation all day long, though I cannot know their full measure.
16 Lord, Y schal bithenke on thi riytfulnesse aloone.
I will enter in the strength of the Lord GOD; I will proclaim Your righteousness—Yours alone.
17 God, thou hast tauyt me fro my yongthe, and `til to now; Y schal telle out thi merueilis.
O God, You have taught me from my youth, and to this day I proclaim Your marvelous deeds.
18 And til in to `the eldnesse and the laste age; God, forsake thou not me. Til Y telle thin arm; to eche generacioun, that schal come. Til Y telle thi myyt,
Even when I am old and gray, do not forsake me, O God, until I proclaim Your power to the next generation, Your might to all who are to come.
19 and thi riytfulnesse, God, til in to the hiyeste grete dedis which thou hast do; God, who is lijk thee?
Your righteousness reaches to the heavens, O God, You who have done great things. Who, O God, is like You?
20 Hou grete tribulaciouns many and yuele hast thou schewid to me; and thou conuertid hast quykenyd me, and hast eft brouyt me ayen fro the depthis of erthe.
Though You have shown me many troubles and misfortunes, You will revive me once again. Even from the depths of the earth You will bring me back up.
21 Thou hast multiplied thi greet doyng; and thou conuertid hast coumfortid me.
You will increase my honor and comfort me once again.
22 For whi and Y schal knowleche to thee, thou God, thi treuthe in the instrumentis of salm; Y schal synge in an harpe to thee, that art the hooli of Israel.
So I will praise You with the harp for Your faithfulness, O my God; I will sing praise to You with the lyre, O Holy One of Israel.
23 Mi lippis schulen make fulli ioye, whanne Y schal synge to thee; and my soule, which thou ayen bouytist.
When I sing praise to You my lips will shout for joy, along with my soul, which You have redeemed.
24 But and my tunge schal thenke al dai on thi riytfulnesse; whanne thei schulen be schent and aschamed, that seken yuelis to me.
My tongue will indeed proclaim Your righteousness all day long, for those who seek my harm are disgraced and confounded.
