Psalms 86
1 The preier of Dauid. Lord, bowe doun thin eere, and here me; for Y am nedi and pore.
A prayer of David. Incline your ear, Lord, and answer me, for I am afflicted and needy.
2 Kepe thou my lijf, for Y am holi; my God, make thou saaf thi seruaunt hopynge in thee.
Guard me, for I am loyal: save your servant, who trusts in you.
3 Lord, haue thou merci on me, for Y criede al day to thee;
Lord, be gracious to me, for you are my God; I cry to you all the day.
4 make thou glad the soule of thi seruaunt, for whi, Lord, Y haue reisid my soule to thee.
Gladden the heart of your servant; for to you, Lord, I set my hope.
5 For thou, Lord, art swete and mylde; and of myche merci to alle men inwardli clepynge thee.
For you, Lord, are good and forgiving, rich in love towards all who call on you.
6 Lord, perseyue thou my preier with eeris; and yyue thou tente to the vois of my bisechyng.
Listen, O Lord, to my prayer; attend to my plea for mercy.
7 In the dai of my tribulacioun Y criede to thee; for thou herdist me.
In the day of my trouble I call on you, with assurance that you will answer me.
8 Lord, noon among goddis is lijk thee; and noon is euene to thi werkis.
None of the gods is like you, Lord, nor are any works like yours.
9 Lord, alle folkis, whiche euere thou madist, schulen come, and worschipe bifore thee; and thei schulen glorifie thi name.
All the nations you have made will come and bow down before you, giving glory, O Lord, to your name.
10 For thou art ful greet, and makinge merueils; thou art God aloone.
For great are you, and a doer of wonders; you alone are God.
11 Lord, lede thou me forth in thi weie, and Y schal entre in thi treuthe; myn herte be glad, that it drede thi name.
Teach me, O Lord, your way, that I may walk in your truth: so my heart shall rejoice in your name.
12 Mi Lord God, Y schal knouleche to thee in al myn herte; and Y schal glorifie thi name withouten ende.
I will give you thanks, O Lord, with all my heart, my God, I will honor your name forever.
For great is your love towards me, from the depths of Sheol you have saved me. (Sheol h7585)
14 God, wickid men han rise vp on me; and the synagoge of myyti men han souyt my lijf; and thei han not set forth thee in her siyt.
Haughty men have risen up against me, O God, a band of the violent seeking my life, who think nothing of you.
15 And thou, Lord God, doynge merci, and merciful; pacient, and of myche merci, and sothefast.
But you are a God of pity and grace, patient and rich in kindness and faithfulness; turn to me with your grace, O Lord.
16 Biholde on me, and haue mercy on me, yyue thou the empire to thi child; and make thou saaf the sone of thin handmayden.
Grant your strength to your servant, and save the child of your handmaid.
17 Make thou with me a signe in good, that thei se, that haten me, and be aschamed; for thou, Lord, hast helpid me, and hast coumfortid me.
Show me a sign of your favor, which those who hate me may see with confusion, since you, Lord, are my helper and comforter.
