Psalms 143
1 [A Psalm by David.] Hear my prayer, LORD. Listen to my petitions. In your faithfulness and righteousness, relieve me.
The salm of Dauid. Lord, here thou my preier, with eeris perseyue thou my biseching; in thi treuthe here thou me, in thi riytwisnesse.
2 Do not enter into judgment with your servant, for in your sight no man living is righteous.
And entre thou not in to dom with thi seruaunt; for ech man lyuynge schal not be maad iust in thi siyt.
3 For the enemy pursues my soul. He has struck my life down to the ground. He has made me live in dark places, as those who have been long dead.
For the enemy pursuede my soule; he made lowe my lijf in erthe. He hath set me in derk placis, as the deed men of the world,
4 Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me. My heart within me is desolate.
and my spirit was angwischid on me; myn herte was disturblid in me.
5 I remember the days of old. I meditate on all your doings. I contemplate the work of your hands.
I was myndeful of elde daies, Y bithouyte in alle thi werkis; Y bithouyte in the dedis of thin hondis.
6 I spread forth my hands to you. My soul thirsts for you, like a parched land. (Selah)
I helde forth myn hondis to thee; my soule as erthe with out water to thee.
7 Hurry to answer me, LORD. My spirit fails. Do not hide your face from me, so that I do not become like those who go down into the pit.
Lord, here thou me swiftli; my spirit failide. Turne thou not a wei thi face fro me; and Y schal be lijk to hem that gon doun in to the lake.
8 Cause me to hear your loving kindness in the morning, for I trust in you. Cause me to know the way in which I should walk, for I lift up my soul to you.
Make thou erli thi merci herd to me; for Y hopide in thee. Make thou knowun to me the weie in which Y schal go; for Y reiside my soule to thee.
9 Deliver me, LORD, from my enemies. I run to you for refuge.
Delyuere thou me fro myn enemyes, Lord, Y fledde to thee;
10 Teach me to do your will, for you are my God. Your Ruach is good. Lead me in the land of uprightness.
teche thou me to do thi wille, for thou art my God. Thi good spirit schal lede me forth in to a riytful lond;
11 Revive me, LORD, for your name's sake. In your righteousness, bring my soul out of trouble.
Lord, for thi name thou schalt quikene me in thin equite. Thou schalt lede my soule out of tribulacioun;
12 In your loving kindness, cut off my enemies, and destroy all those who afflict my soul, For I am your servant.
and in thi merci thou schalt scatere alle myn enemyes. And thou schalt leese alle them, that troublen my soule; for Y am thi seruaunt.
