Psalms 143
1 A Melody of David. O Yahweh, hear my prayer, Give ear to my supplications, In thy faithfulness, answer me, in thy righteousness.
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 then enter into judgment with thy servant, for no one living, can appear just before thee.
And entre thou not in to dom with thi seruaunt; for ech man lyuynge schal not be maad iust in thi siyt.
3 For an enemy hath pursued my soul, hath crushed, to the earth, my life, hath made me dwell in dark places, like the ancient 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 hath my spirit, fainted concerning myself, Within me, hath, my heart, been confounded.
and my spirit was angwischid on me; myn herte was disturblid in me.
5 I have remembered the days of aforetime, I have talked with myself of every deed of thine, Of the work of thy hands, I would speak:
I was myndeful of elde daies, Y bithouyte in alle thi werkis; Y bithouyte in the dedis of thin hondis.
6 I have spread out my hands unto thee, My soul, is as a thirsty land, for thee. (Selah)
I helde forth myn hondis to thee; my soule as erthe with out water to thee.
7 Speedily answer me, O Yahweh, My spirit faileth, —Do not hide thy face from me, or I shall be made like unto them 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 Let me hear, in the morning, thy lovingkindness, for, in thee, have, I trusted, —Let me know the way in which I should walk, for, unto thee, have I uplifted my soul.
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 Rescue me from my foes, O Yahweh, Unto thee, have I come seeking refuge.
Delyuere thou me fro myn enemyes, Lord, Y fledde to thee;
10 Teach me to do thy good pleasure, for, thou, art my God, —Thy spirit, is good, thou wilt set me down to rest in a level land.
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 For the sake of thy Name, O Yahweh, wilt thou give unto me life, In thy righteousness, wilt thou bring forth, out of distress, my soul;
Lord, for thi name thou schalt quikene me in thin equite. Thou schalt lede my soule out of tribulacioun;
12 And, in thy lovingkindness, wilt thou exterminate my foes, —and destroy all the adversaries of my soul, because, I, am thy 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.
