Psalms 71
1 Lord, Y hopide in thee, be Y not schent with outen ende;
In you, O Lord, I take 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 faithfulness save me and rescue me, bend your ear to 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 defence, a fortified house, to save me; for my rock and my fortress are you.
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.
Save me, my God, from the hand of the wicked, from the grasp of the unjust and cruel.
5 For thou, Lord, art my pacience; Lord, thou art myn hope fro my yongthe.
For you, Lord, are my hope, in whom from my youth I have trusted.
6 In thee Y am confermyd fro the wombe; thou art my defendere fro the wombe of my modir.
On you have I leaned from my birth; from my mother’s womb it was you who did draw me. In you is my hope evermore.
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 to many, for you are my refuge and strength.
8 My mouth be fillid with heriyng; that Y synge thi glorie, al dai thi greetnesse.
All the day long my mouth is filled with your praise and your glory.
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; when my strength is spent, forsake me not.
10 For myn enemyes seiden of me; and thei that kepten my lijf maden counsel togidere.
For my foes whisper against me, they who watch me take counsel together;
11 Seiynge, God hath forsake hym; pursue ye, and take hym; for noon is that schal delyuere.
‘God has left him,’ they say: ‘pursue and seize him, for he is helpless.’
12 God, be thou not maad afer fro me; my God, biholde thou in to myn help.
O God, be not far from me, haste, O my God, 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.
Put my foes to shame and dishonour, with insult and shame be they covered.
14 But Y schal hope euere; and Y schal adde euere ouer al thi preising.
But I will never stop hoping, and more and yet more will I praise you.
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;
All the day long shall my mouth tell your faithfulness and your salvation, though I know not how they may be counted.
16 Lord, Y schal bithenke on thi riytfulnesse aloone.
I will tell of the might of the Lord, and your faithfulness praise, you alone.
17 God, thou hast tauyt me fro my yongthe, and `til to now; Y schal telle out thi merueilis.
You have taught me, O God, from my youth, and till now have I told of your wonders.
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 in old age and grey hair, O God, do not forsake me. Still would I tell of your might unto all generations to come.
19 and thi riytfulnesse, God, til in to the hiyeste grete dedis which thou hast do; God, who is lijk thee?
Your power and your justice, O God, extend as far as the heavens: for great are the things you have done. Who is like you, O God?
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 have caused us to see troubles many, but you will revive us again. From the depths of the earth you will bring me up again.
21 Thou hast multiplied thi greet doyng; and thou conuertid hast coumfortid me.
You will multiply my greatness, and comfort me 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 with harp I will praise you, and your faithfulness, O my God; and make music to you on the lyre, O you 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 ring out their joy, my mouth shall sing praises to you; all of me, 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.
Yes, all the day long shall my tongue utter your righteousness; for ashamed and confounded are they who were seeking my hurt.
