Psalms 51
Psalms chapter 51 from the John Wycliffe Bible (c.1395)
1 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. 2 Lo! thou hast set my daies mesurable; and my substaunce is as nouyt bifor thee. Netheles al vanytee; ech man lyuynge. 3 Netheles a man passith in ymage; but also he is disturblid veynli. He tresorith; and he noot, to whom he `schal gadere tho thingis. 4 And now which is myn abiding? whether not the Lord? and my substaunce is at thee. 5 Delyuere thou me fro alle my wickidnessis; thou hast youe me schenschip to the vnkunnynge. 6 I was doumbe, and openyde not my mouth; for thou hast maad, 7 remoue thou thi woundis fro me. 8 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. 9 Lord, here thou my preier and my bisechyng; perseyue thou with eeris my teeris. 10 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. 12 The title of the nyne and threttithe salm. For victorie, the song of Dauid. 13 Y abidynge abood the Lord; and he yaf tent to me. 14 And he herde my preieris; and he ledde out me fro the lake of wretchidnesse, and fro the filthe of draft. And he ordeynede my feet on a stoon; and he dresside my goyngis. 15 And he sente in to my mouth a newe song; a song to oure God. Many men schulen se, and schulen drede; and schulen haue hope in the Lord. 16 Blessid is the man, of whom the name of the Lord is his hope; and he bihelde not in to vanitees, and in to false woodnesses. 17 Mi Lord God, thou hast maad thi merueils manye; and in thi thouytis noon is, that is lijk thee. I teld, and Y spak; and thei ben multiplied aboue noumbre. 18 Thou noldist sacrifice and offryng; but thou madist perfitli eeris to me. Thou axidist not brent sacrifice, and sacrifice for synne; 19 thanne Y seide, Lo! Y come. In the heed of the book it is writun of me,
