Psalms 71
1 Lord, Y hopide in thee, be Y not schent with outen ende;
In you, O Lord, have I put my hope; let me never be shamed.
2 in thi riytwisnesse delyuere thou me, and rauysche me out. Bowe doun thin eere to me; and make me saaf.
Keep me safe in your righteousness, and come to my help; give ear to my voice, and be my saviour.
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 strong Rock, the strong place of my salvation; for you are my Rock, and my safe place.
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.
O my God, take me out of the hand of the sinner, out of the hand of the evil and cruel man.
5 For thou, Lord, art my pacience; Lord, thou art myn hope fro my yongthe.
For you are my hope, O Lord God; I have had faith in you from the time when I was young.
6 In thee Y am confermyd fro the wombe; thou art my defendere fro the wombe of my modir.
You have been my support from the day of my birth; you took me out of my mother's body; my praise will be ever of 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 am a wonder to all; but you are my strong tower.
8 My mouth be fillid with heriyng; that Y synge thi glorie, al dai thi greetnesse.
My mouth will be full of your praise and glory all the day.
9 Caste thou not awei me in the tyme of eldnesse; whanne my vertu failith, forsake thou not me.
Do not give me up when I am old; be my help even when my strength is gone.
10 For myn enemyes seiden of me; and thei that kepten my lijf maden counsel togidere.
For my haters are waiting secretly for me; and those who are watching for my soul are banded together in their evil designs,
11 Seiynge, God hath forsake hym; pursue ye, and take hym; for noon is that schal delyuere.
Saying, God has given him up; go after him and take him, for he has no helper.
12 God, be thou not maad afer fro me; my God, biholde thou in to myn help.
O God, be not far from me; O my God, come quickly to my help.
13 Men that bacbiten my soule, be schent, and faile thei; and be thei hilid with schenschip and schame, that seken yuels to me.
Let those who say evil against my soul be overcome and put to shame; let my haters be made low and have no honour.
14 But Y schal hope euere; and Y schal adde euere ouer al thi preising.
But I will go on ever hoping, and increasing in all your praise.
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 make clear your righteousness and your salvation all the day; for they are more than may be measured.
16 Lord, Y schal bithenke on thi riytfulnesse aloone.
I will give news of the great acts of the Lord God; my words will be of your righteousness, and of yours only.
17 God, thou hast tauyt me fro my yongthe, and `til to now; Y schal telle out thi merueilis.
O God, you have been my teacher from the time when I was young; and I have been talking of your works of wonder even till now.
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,
Now when I am old and grey-headed, O God, give me not up; till I have made clear your strength to this generation, and your power to all those 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, O God, is very high; you have done great things; O God, who 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.
You, who have sent great and bitter troubles on me, will give me life again, lifting me up from the deep waters of the underworld.
21 Thou hast multiplied thi greet doyng; and thou conuertid hast coumfortid me.
You will make me greater than before, and give me comfort on every side.
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.
I will give praise to you with instruments of music, O my God, for you are true; I will make songs to you with music, 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.
Joy will be on my lips when I make melody to you; and in my soul, to which you have given salvation.
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 be talking of your righteousness all the day; for those whose purpose is to do me evil have been crushed and put to shame.
