Psalms 18

¹ Helthe is of the Lord; and thi blessyng, Lord, is on thi puple. ³ The title of the fourthe salm. To the victorie in orguns; the salm of Dauid. 4 Whanne Y inwardli clepid, God of my riytwisnesse herde me; in tribulacioun thou hast alargid to me. 5 Haue thou mercy on me; and here thou my preier. Sones of men, hou long ben ye of heuy herte? whi louen ye vanite, and seken a leesyng? 6 And wite ye, that the Lord hath maad merueilous his hooli man; the Lord schal here me, whanne Y schal crye to hym. 7 Be ye wrothe, and nyle ye do synne; and for tho thingis whiche ye seien in youre hertis and in youre beddis, be ye compunct. ⁸ Sacrifie ye the sacrifice of riytfulnesse, and hope ye in the Lord; many seien, Who schewide goodis to vs? 9 Lord, the liyt of thi cheer is markid on vs; thou hast youe gladnesse in myn herte. 10 Thei ben multiplied of the fruit of whete, and of wyn; and of her oile. 11 In pees in the same thing; Y schal slepe, and take reste. 12 For thou, Lord; hast set me syngulerli in hope. 14 The title of the fyuethe salm. To the ouercomere on the eritagis, the song of Dauid. 15 Lord, perseyue thou my wordis with eeris; vndurstonde thou my cry. 16 Mi kyng, and my God; yyue thou tent to the vois of my preier. 17 For, Lord, Y schal preie to thee; here thou eerly my vois. 18 Eerli Y schal stonde nyy thee, and Y schal se; for thou art God not willynge wickidnesse. 19 Nethir an yuel willid man schal dwelle bisidis thee; nethir vniust men schulen dwelle bifor thin iyen. 20 Thou hatist alle that worchen wickidnesse; thou schalt leese alle that speken leesyng. The Lord schal holde abhomynable a manquellere, and gileful man. 21 But, Lord, in the multitude of thi merci Y schal entre in to thin hows; Y schal worschipe to thin hooli temple in thi drede. 22 Lord, lede thou forth me in thi riytfulnesse for myn enemyes; dresse thou my weie in thi siyt. 23 For whi treuthe is not in her mouth; her herte is veyn. 24 Her throte is an opyn sepulcre, thei diden gilefuli with her tungis; God, deme thou hem. Falle thei doun fro her thouytis, vp the multitude of her wickidnessis caste thou hem doun; for, Lord, thei han terrid thee to ire. And alle that hopen in thee, be glad; thei schulen make fulli ioye with outen ende, and thou schalt dwelle in hem. 25 And alle that louen thi name schulen haue glorie in thee; 26 for thou schalt blesse a iust man. Lord, thou hast corouned vs, as with the scheeld of thi good wille. 28 The title of the sixte salm. To the ouercomere in salmes, the salm of Dauid, on the eiythe. ²⁹ Lord, repreue thou not me in thi stronge veniaunce; nether chastice thou me in thin ire. ³⁰ Lord, haue thou merci on me, for Y am sijk; Lord, make thou me hool, for alle my boonys ben troblid. ³¹ And my soule is troblid greetli; but thou, Lord, hou long? ³² Lord, be thou conuertid, and delyuere my soule; make thou me saaf, for thi merci. ³³ For noon is in deeth, which is myndful of thee; but in helle who schal knouleche to thee? ³⁴ I traueilide in my weilyng, Y schal waische my bed bi ech nyyt; Y schal moiste, ether make weet, my bedstre with my teeris. 35 Myn iye is disturblid of woodnesse; Y waxe eld among alle myn enemyes. 36 Alle ye that worchen wickidnesse, departe fro me; for the Lord hath herd the vois of my wepyng. 37 The Lord hath herd my bisechyng; the Lord hath resseyued my preier. 38 Alle my enemyes be aschamed, and be disturblid greetli; be thei turned togidere, and be thei aschamed ful swiftli. 40 The title of the seuenthe salm. For the ignoraunce of Dauid, which he songe to the Lord on the wordis of Ethiopien, the sone of Gemyny. 41 Mi Lord God, Y haue hopid in thee; make thou me saaf fro alle that pursuen me, and delyuere thou me. 42 Lest ony tyme he as a lioun rauysche my soule; the while noon is that ayenbieth, nether that makith saaf. 43 Mi Lord God, if Y dide this thing, if wickidnesse is in myn hondis; 44 if Y yeldide to men yeldynge to me yuels, falle Y bi disseruyng voide fro myn enemyes; 45 myn enemy pursue my soule, and take, and defoule my lijf in erthe; and brynge my glorie in to dust. 46 Lord, rise thou vp in thin ire; and be thou reysid in the coostis of myn enemyes. 47 And, my Lord God, rise thou in the comaundement, which thou hast comaundid; and the synagoge of puplis schal cumpasse thee. ⁴⁸ And for this go thou ayen an hiy; the Lord demeth puplis. Lord, deme thou me bi my riytfulnesse; and bi myn innocence on me. ⁴⁹ The wickidnesse of synneris be endid; and thou, God, sekyng the hertis and reynes, schalt dresse a iust man. ⁵⁰ Mi iust help is of the Lord; that makith saaf riytful men in herte.