Psalms 141
1 A Psalm, by David. O Jehovah, I have called Thee, haste to me, Give ear [to] my voice when I call to Thee.
`The salm `of Dauith. Lord, Y criede to thee, here thou me; yyue thou tent to my vois, whanne Y schal crye to thee.
2 My prayer is prepared — incense before Thee, The lifting up of my hands — the evening present.
Mi preier be dressid as encense in thi siyt; the reisyng of myn hondis be as the euentid sacrifice.
3 Set, O Jehovah, a watch for my mouth, Watch Thou over the door of my lips.
Lord, sette thou a keping to my mouth; and a dore of stonding aboute to my lippis.
4 Incline not my heart to an evil thing, To do habitually actions in wickedness, With men working iniquity, Yea, I eat not of their pleasant things.
Bowe thou not myn herte in to wordis of malice; to excuse excusingis in synne. With men worchinge wickidnesse; and Y schal not comyne with the chosun men of hem.
5 The righteous doth beat me [in] kindness. And doth reprove me, Oil of the head my head disalloweth not, For still my prayer [is] about their vexations.
A iust man schal repreue me in mersi, and schal blame me; but the oile of a synner make not fat myn heed. For whi and yit my preier is in the wel plesaunt thingis of hem;
6 Their judges have been released by the sides of a rock, And they have heard my sayings, For they have been pleasant.
for the domesmen of hem ioyned to the stoon weren sopun vp. Here thei my wordis,
7 As one tilling and ripping up in the land, Have our bones been scattered at the command of Saul. (Sheol h7585)
for tho weren myyti. As fatnesse is brokun out on the erthe; oure bonys ben scatered niy helle. Lord, Lord, (Sheol h7585)
8 But to Thee, O Jehovah, my Lord, [are] mine eyes, In Thee I have trusted, Make not bare my soul.
for myn iyen ben to thee, Y hopide in thee; take thou not awei my soule.
9 Keep me from the gin they laid for me, Even snares of workers of iniquity.
Kepe thou me fro the snare which thei ordeyneden to me; and fro the sclaundris of hem that worchen wickidnesse. Synneris schulen falle in the nett therof;
10 The wicked fall in their nets together, till I pass over!
Y am aloone til Y passe.
