Psalms 71
1 Lord, Y hopide in thee, be Y not schent with outen ende;
In thee, O Yahweh, have I sought refuge, May I not be ashamed unto times age-abiding:
2 in thi riytwisnesse delyuere thou me, and rauysche me out. Bowe doun thin eere to me; and make me saaf.
In thy righteousness, wilt thou rescue me, and deliver me, Incline unto me thine 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 thou unto me, a Rock to dwell in, a Place of Security, To save me, For, my mountain crag and my stronghold, thou art.
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.
Oh my God, deliver me, From the hand of the lawless one, From the clutch of the perverse and ruthless one;
5 For thou, Lord, art my pacience; Lord, thou art myn hope fro my yongthe.
For, thou, art my hope, My Lord, Yahweh, My confidence from my youthful days:
6 In thee Y am confermyd fro the wombe; thou art my defendere fro the wombe of my modir.
Upon thee, have I stayed myself from birth, Thou art he that severed me, from the body of my mother, Of thee, shall be my praise—continually.
7 My syngyng is euere in thee; Y am maad as a greet wonder to many men; and thou art a strong helpere.
A very wonder, have I been unto many, Seeing that, thou, hast been 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, All the day, with thy splendour.
9 Caste thou not awei me in the tyme of eldnesse; whanne my vertu failith, forsake thou not me.
Do not cast me off in the time of old age, When my vigour faileth, do not forsake me;
10 For myn enemyes seiden of me; and thei that kepten my lijf maden counsel togidere.
For mine enemies have spoken of me, And, they who watch for my life, have taken 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 rescue.
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, to help me, make haste!
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—be consumed, Who are assailing my life, —Let them be covered with reproach and confusion, Who are seeking my hurt.
14 But Y schal hope euere; and Y schal adde euere ouer al thi preising.
But, I, continually will hope, And will add to all thy 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, shall relate thy righteousness, All the day, thy deliverance, For I know not the numbers.
16 Lord, Y schal bithenke on thi riytfulnesse aloone.
I will enter into the mighty doings of My Lord—Yahweh, I will make mention of 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 youthful days, And, hitherto, have I been wont to tell of thy 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 now, therefore, that I am old and grayheaded, O God, do not forsake me, —Until I tell of thine arm unto a [new] generation, Unto every one that is to come, thy might;
19 and thi riytfulnesse, God, til in to the hiyeste grete dedis which thou hast do; God, who is lijk thee?
And, as for thy righteousness, O God, up on high, Wherein thou hast wrought 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 let us see many distresses and misfortunes, Wilt again bring us to life, And, out of the resounding depths of the earth, wilt again raise us up;
21 Thou hast multiplied thi greet doyng; and thou conuertid hast coumfortid me.
Thou wilt increase my greatness, And, on every side, wilt 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 also, will praise thee by the aid of a harp, Thy faithfulness, O my God, —I will make music unto thee with a lyre, 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 make a joyful noise, When I make music unto thee, And my soul which thou hast ransomed;
24 But and my tunge schal thenke al dai on thi riytfulnesse; whanne thei schulen be schent and aschamed, that seken yuelis to me.
Even my tongue, all the day, shall softly utter thy righteousness, For they have turned pale—for they have blushed, Who were seeking my hurt.
