Psalms 141

1 A Psalm. Of David. Lord, I have made my cry to you; come to me quickly; give ear to my voice, when it goes up to you.

`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 Let my prayer be ordered before you like a sweet smell; and let the lifting up of my hands be like the evening offering.

Mi preier be dressid as encense in thi siyt; the reisyng of myn hondis be as the euentid sacrifice.

3 O Lord, keep a watch over my mouth; keep the door of my lips.

Lord, sette thou a keping to my mouth; and a dore of stonding aboute to my lippis.

4 Keep my heart from desiring any evil thing, or from taking part in the sins of the evil-doers with men who do wrong: and let me have no part in their good 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 Let the upright give me punishment; and let the god-fearing man put me in the right way; but I will not let the oil of sinners come on my head: when they do evil I will give myself to prayer.

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 When destruction comes to their judges by the side of the rock, they will give ear to my words, for they are sweet.

for the domesmen of hem ioyned to the stoon weren sopun vp. Here thei my wordis,

7 Our bones are broken up at the mouth of the underworld, as the earth is broken by the plough. (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 my eyes are turned to you, O Lord God: my hope is in you; let not my soul be given up to death.

for myn iyen ben to thee, Y hopide in thee; take thou not awei my soule.

9 Keep me from the net which they have put down for me, and from the designs of the workers of evil.

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 Let the sinners be taken in the nets which they themselves have put down, while I go free.

Y am aloone til Y passe.