Psalms 61

1 To the Overseer, on stringed instruments. — By David. Hear, O God, my loud cry, attend to my prayer.

To the victorie on orgun, to Dauid hym silf. God, here thou my biseching; yyue thou tent to my preyer.

2 From the end of the land unto Thee I call, In the feebleness of my heart, Into a rock higher than I Thou dost lead me.

Fro the endis of the lond Y criede to thee; the while myn herte was angwischid, thou enhaunsidist me in a stoon.

3 For Thou hast been a refuge for me, A tower of strength because of the enemy.

Thou laddest me forth, for thou art maad myn hope; a tour of strengthe fro the face of the enemye.

4 I sojourn in Thy tent to the ages, I trust in the secret place of Thy wings. (Selah)

I schal dwelle in thi tabernacle in to worldis; Y schal be keuered in the hilyng of thi wengis.

5 For Thou, O God, hast hearkened to my vows, Thou hast appointed the inheritance Of those fearing Thy name.

For thou, my God, hast herd my preier; thou hast youe eritage to hem that dreden thi name.

6 Days to the days of the king Thou addest, His years as generation and generation.

Thou schalt adde daies on the daies of the king; hise yeeris til in to the dai of generacioun and of generacioun.

7 He dwelleth to the age before God, Kindness and truth appoint — they keep him.

He dwellith with outen ende in the siyt of God; who schal seke the merci and treuthe of hym?

8 So do I praise Thy name for ever, When I pay my vows day by day!

So Y schal seie salm to thi name in to the world of world; that Y yelde my vowis fro dai in to dai.