Psalms 71
1 Lord, Y hopide in thee, be Y not schent with outen ende;
In thee, O LORD, do I put my 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: bow down 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 thou 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.
Rescue me, O my God, 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 GOD: [thou art] my trust from my youth.
6 In thee Y am confermyd fro the wombe; thou art my defendere fro the wombe of my modir.
By thee have I been holden up from the womb: thou art he that took me out of my mother’s bowels: 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 am 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, and with thy honour 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 concerning me; and they that watch for my soul take counsel 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 take 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: O my God, make haste 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.
Let them be ashamed [and] 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 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 tell of thy righteousness, [and] of thy salvation all the day; for I know not the numbers [thereof].
16 Lord, Y schal bithenke on thi riytfulnesse aloone.
I will come with the mighty acts of the Lord GOD: I will make mention of thy righteousness, even of thine only.
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 declared thy wondrous 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,
Yea, even when I am old and grayheaded, O God, forsake me not; until I have declared thy strength unto [the next] 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?
Thy righteousness also, O God, is very 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, which hast shewed us many and sore troubles, shalt quicken us again, and shalt bring us up again from the depths of the earth.
21 Thou hast multiplied thi greet doyng; and thou conuertid hast coumfortid me.
Increase thou my greatness, and turn again and comfort me.
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, O my God: unto thee will I sing praises with the harp, O 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 greatly rejoice when I sing praises 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 long: for they are ashamed, for they are confounded, that seek my hurt.
