Psalms 28

1 A Psalm of David. To thee will I cry, O LORD my rock; be not silent to me: lest, if thou shouldest be silent to me, I should become like them that go down into the pit.

To Dauid. Lord, Y schal crye to thee; my God, be thou not stille fro me, be thou not stille `ony tyme fro me; and Y schal be maad lijk to hem, that goen doun in to the lake.

2 Hear the voice of my supplications, when I cry to thee, when I lift my hands toward thy holy oracle.

Lord, here thou the vois of my bisechyng, while Y preie to thee; whyle Y reise myn hondis to thin hooli temple.

3 Draw me not away with the wicked, and with the workers of iniquity, who speak peace to their neighbours, but mischief is in their hearts.

Bitake thou not me togidere with synneris; and leese thou not me with hem that worchen wickidnesse. Whyche speken pees with her neiybore; but yuels ben in her hertis.

4 Give them according to their deeds, and according to the wickedness of their endeavours: give them after the work of their hands; render to them their desert.

Yyue thou to hem vpe the werkis of hem; and vpe the wickidnesse of her fyndyngis. Yyue thou to hem vpe the werkis of her hondis; yelde thou her yeldyng to hem.

5 Because they regard not the works of the LORD, nor the operation of his hands, he shall destroy them, and not build them up.

For thei vndurstoden not the werkis of the Lord, and bi the werkis of hise hondis thou schalt destrie hem; and thou schalt not bilde hem.

6 Blessed be the LORD, because he hath heard the voice of my supplications.

Blissid be the Lord; for he herde the vois of my bisechyng.

7 The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusted in him, and I am helped: therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth; and with my song will I praise him.

The Lord is myn helpere and my defendere; and myn herte hopide in hym, and Y am helpid. And my fleisch flouride ayen; and of my wille Y schal knowleche to hym.

8 The LORD is their strength, and he is the saving strength of his anointed.

The Lord is the strengthe of his puple; and he is defendere of the sauyngis of his crist.

9 Save thy people, and bless thy inheritance: feed them also, and lift them up for ever.

Lord, make thou saaf thi puple, and blesse thou thin eritage; and reule thou hem, and enhaunse thou hem til in to with outen ende.