Psalm 141 141 Psalms Book 5 Wycliffe Bible (c. 1395) 1 WYC The `title of the hundrid and fourtithe salm. `The salm `of Dauith. Lord, Y criede to thee, here thou me; yyue thou tent to my vois, whanne Y schal crye to thee. BSB BSB: A Psalm of David. I call upon You, O LORD; come quickly to me. Hear my voice when I call to You.
2 WYC Mi preier be dressid as encense in thi siyt; the reisyng of myn hondis be as the euentid sacrifice. BSB BSB: May my prayer be set before You like incense; my uplifted hands, like the evening offering.
3 WYC Lord, sette thou a keping to my mouth; and a dore of stonding aboute to my lippis. BSB BSB: Set a guard, O LORD, over my mouth; keep watch at the door of my lips.
4 WYC Bowe thou not myn herte in to wordis of malice; to excuse excusingis in synne. With men worchinge wickidnesse; and Y schal not comyne with the chosun men of hem. BSB BSB: Do not let my heart be drawn to any evil thing or take part in works of wickedness with men who do iniquity; let me not feast on their delicacies.
5 WYC A iust man schal repreue me in mersi, and schal blame me; but the oile of a synner make not fat myn heed. For whi and yit my preier is in the wel plesaunt thingis of hem; BSB BSB: Let the righteous man strike me; let his rebuke be an act of loving devotion. It is oil for my head; let me not refuse it. For my prayer is ever against the deeds of the wicked.
6 WYC for the domesmen of hem ioyned to the stoon weren sopun vp. Here thei my wordis, BSB BSB: When their rulers are thrown down from the cliffs, the people will listen to my words, for they are pleasant.
7 WYC for tho weren myyti. As fatnesse is brokun out on the erthe; oure bonys ben scatered niy helle. Lord, Lord, BSB BSB: As when one plows and breaks up the soil, so our bones have been scattered at the mouth of Sheol.
8 WYC for myn iyen ben to thee, Y hopide in thee; take thou not awei my soule. BSB BSB: But my eyes are fixed on You, O GOD the Lord. In You I seek refuge; do not leave my soul defenseless.
9 WYC Kepe thou me fro the snare which thei ordeyneden to me; and fro the sclaundris of hem that worchen wickidnesse. Synneris schulen falle in the nett therof; BSB BSB: Keep me from the snares they have laid for me, and from the lures of evildoers.
10 WYC Y am aloone til Y passe. BSB BSB: Let the wicked fall into their own nets, while I pass by in safety.
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