Psalms 71
1 Lord, Y hopide in thee, be Y not schent with outen ende;
In thee, Jehovah, do I trust: let me never be ashamed.
2 in thi riytwisnesse delyuere thou me, and rauysche me out. Bowe doun thin eere to me; and make me saaf.
Deliver me in thy righteousness, and rescue me; incline thine ear unto me, 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 to me a rock of habitation, whereunto I may continually resort: thou hast given commandment to save me; for thou art 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.
My God, rescue me out of the hand of the wicked, out of the hand of the unrighteous and cruel man.
5 For thou, Lord, art my pacience; Lord, thou art myn hope fro my yongthe.
For thou art my hope, O Lord Jehovah, my confidence from my youth.
6 In thee Y am confermyd fro the wombe; thou art my defendere fro the wombe of my modir.
On thee have I been stayed from the womb; from the bowels of my mother thou didst draw me forth: my praise shall be continually of thee.
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 been as a wonder unto many; but thou art my strong refuge.
8 My mouth be fillid with heriyng; that Y synge thi glorie, al dai thi greetnesse.
My mouth shall be filled with thy praise, with thy glory, all the day.
9 Caste thou not awei me in the tyme of eldnesse; whanne my vertu failith, forsake thou not me.
Cast me not off in the time of old age; forsake me not when my strength faileth.
10 For myn enemyes seiden of me; and thei that kepten my lijf maden counsel togidere.
For mine enemies speak against me, and they that watch for my soul consult together,
11 Seiynge, God hath forsake hym; pursue ye, and take hym; for noon is that schal delyuere.
Saying, God hath forsaken him; pursue and seize him, for there is none to deliver.
12 God, be thou not maad afer fro me; my God, biholde thou in to myn help.
O God, be not far from me; my God, hasten 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 them be ashamed, let them be consumed, that are adversaries to my soul; let them be covered with reproach and dishonour that seek my hurt.
14 But Y schal hope euere; and Y schal adde euere ouer al thi preising.
But as for me, I will hope continually, and will praise thee yet 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 shall declare thy righteousness, [and] thy salvation all the day: for I know not the numbers [thereof].
16 Lord, Y schal bithenke on thi riytfulnesse aloone.
I will go in the might of the Lord Jehovah; I will recall thy righteousness, thine alone.
17 God, thou hast tauyt me fro my yongthe, and `til to now; Y schal telle out thi merueilis.
O God, thou hast taught me from my youth, and hitherto have I proclaimed thy marvellous works:
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 also, when I am old and greyheaded, O God, forsake me not, until I have proclaimed thine arm unto [this] generation, thy might to every one that is to come.
19 and thi riytfulnesse, God, til in to the hiyeste grete dedis which thou hast do; God, who is lijk thee?
And thy righteousness, O God, reacheth on high, thou who hast done great things: O God, who is like unto thee?
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.
Thou, who hast shewn us many and sore troubles, wilt revive us again, and wilt bring us up again from the depths of the earth;
21 Thou hast multiplied thi greet doyng; and thou conuertid hast coumfortid me.
Thou wilt increase my greatness, and comfort me 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 also praise thee with the psaltery, even thy truth, my God; unto thee will I sing psalms with the harp, thou holy One of Israel.
23 Mi lippis schulen make fulli ioye, whanne Y schal synge to thee; and my soule, which thou ayen bouytist.
My lips shall exult when I sing psalms unto thee; and my soul, which thou hast 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 also shall talk of thy righteousness all the day; for they shall be ashamed, for they shall be brought to confusion, that seek my hurt.
