Psalms 39

1 For victorie, to Iditum, the song of Dauid. I seide, Y schal kepe my weies; that Y trespasse not in my tunge. I settide kepyng to my mouth; whanne a synnere stood ayens me.

I said, I will take heed to my ways, that I sin not with my tongue: I will keep my mouth with a bridle, while the wicked is before me.

2 I was doumb, and was mekid ful gretli, and was stille fro goodis; and my sorewe was renulid.

I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; and my sorrow was stirred.

3 Myn herte was hoot with ynne me; and fier schal brenne out in my thenkyng.

My heart was hot within me, while I was musing the fire burned: then spake I with my tongue,

4 I spak in my tunge; Lord, make thou myn eende knowun to me. And the noumbre of my daies what it is; that Y wite, what failith to me.

YHWH, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am.

5 Lo! thou hast set my daies mesurable; and my substaunce is as nouyt bifor thee. Netheles al vanytee; ech man lyuynge.

Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; and mine age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. (Selah)

6 Netheles a man passith in ymage; but also he is disturblid veynli. He tresorith; and he noot, to whom he `schal gadere tho thingis.

Surely every man walketh in a vain shew: surely they are disquieted in vain: he heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.

7 And now which is myn abiding? whether not the Lord? and my substaunce is at thee.

And now, YHWH, what wait I for? my hope is in thee.

8 Delyuere thou me fro alle my wickidnessis; thou hast youe me schenschip to the vnkunnynge.

Deliver me from all my transgressions: make me not the reproach of the foolish.

9 I was doumbe, and openyde not my mouth; for thou hast maad,

I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; because thou didst it.

10 remoue thou thi woundis fro me.

Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.

11 Fro the strengthe of thin hond Y failide in blamyngis; for wickidnesse thou hast chastisid man. And thou madist his lijf to faile as an yreyne; netheles ech man is disturblid in veyn.

When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: surely every man is vanity. (Selah)

12 Lord, here thou my preier and my bisechyng; perseyue thou with eeris my teeris.

Hear my prayer, O YHWH, and give ear unto my cry; hold not thy peace at my tears: for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.

13 Be thou not stille, for Y am a comelyng at thee; and a pilgrime, as alle my fadris. Foryyue thou to me, that Y be refreischid, bifor that Y go; and Y schal no more be.

O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more.