Psalms 56
1 To the Chief Musician. Upon "The Dove of God from the distant Sea." David’s. A precious Psalm. When the Philistines seized him in Gath. Show me favour, O God, For weak man hath panted for me, All the day, a fighter oppresseth me:
`In Ebreu thus, To the ouercomyng on the doumb culuer of fer drawing awei, the comely song of Dauid, whanne Filisteis helden hym in Geth. `In Jeroms translacioun thus, To the ouercomer for the doumb culuer, for it yede awei fer. Dauid meke and symple made this salm, whanne Palesteyns helden hym in Geth. God, haue thou merci on me, for a man hath defoulid me; al dai he impugnyde, and troublide me.
2 Mine adversaries have panted all the day, For, many, are fighting with me, loftily.
Myn enemyes defouliden me al dai; for manye fiyteris weren ayens me.
3 What day I am afraid, I, unto thee will direct my confidence.
Of the hiynesse of dai Y schal drede; but God Y schal hope in thee.
4 In God, I will praise his cause, —In God, have I trusted, I will not fear, What can flesh do unto me?
In God Y schal preise my wordis; Y hopide in God, Y schal not drede what thing fleisch schal do to me.
5 All the day, they wrest, my words, Against me, all their devices are for mischief;
Al dai thei cursiden my wordis; ayens me alle her thouytis weren in to yuel.
6 They stir up strife—they lie hid, They, mark my steps, —Seeing they have waited for my life.
Thei schulen dwelle, and schulen hide; thei schulen aspie myn heele.
7 Because of iniquity, recompense thou them, —In anger, bring thou down, the peoples, O God.
As thei abiden my lijf, for nouyt schalt thou make hem saaf; in ire thou schalt breke togidre puplis.
8 My wandering, hast, thou, recorded, —Put thou my tears in thy bottle, Are they not in thy record?
God, Y schewide my lijf to thee; thou hast set my teeris in thi siyt. As and in thi biheest, Lord;
9 Then, shall my foes turn back, in the day I cry, This, I know, for God is mine!
thanne myn enemyes schulen be turned abak. In what euere dai Y schal inwardli clepe thee; lo! Y haue knowe, that thou art my God.
10 In God, will I praise with good cause: In Yahweh, will I praise with good cause;
In God Y schal preise a word; in the Lord Y schal preyse a word.
11 In God, have I trusted, I will not fear, What can a son of earth do unto me!
Y schal hope in God; Y schal not drede what thing a man schal do to me.
12 Upon me, O God, are thy vows, I will pay back praises unto thee.
God, thin auowis ben in me; whiche Y schal yelde heriyngis to thee.
13 For thou hast rescued my soul from death, Wilt thou not [rescue] my feet from stumbling? That I may walk to and fro, before God, In the light of life.
For thou hast delyuerid my lijf fro deth, and my feet fro slidyng; that Y pleese bifore God in the liyt of hem that lyuen.
