Psalms 141

1 A Psalm of David. LORD, I cry unto thee: make haste unto me; give ear unto my voice, when I cry unto 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 Let my prayer be set forth before thee [as] incense; [and] the lifting up of my hands [as] the evening sacrifice.

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

3 Set a watch, O LORD, before 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 Incline not my heart to [any] evil thing, to practise wicked works with men that work iniquity: and let me not eat of their dainties.

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 righteous smite me; [it shall be] a kindness: and let him reprove me; [it shall be] an excellent oil, [which] shall not break my head: for yet my prayer also [shall be] in their calamities.

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 their judges are overthrown in stony places, they shall hear 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 scattered at the grave’s mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth [wood] upon the earth. (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 mine eyes [are] unto thee, O GOD the Lord: in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.

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

9 Keep me from the snares [which] they have laid for me, and the gins of the 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 Let the wicked fall into their own nets, whilst that I withal escape.

Y am aloone til Y passe.