1 WYC The title of the eiyte and threttithe salm. 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. BSB BSB: For the choirmaster. For Jeduthun. A Psalm of David. I said, “I will watch my ways so that I will not sin with my tongue; I will guard my mouth with a muzzle as long as the wicked are present.”
2 WYC I was doumb, and was mekid ful gretli, and was stille fro goodis; and my sorewe was renulid. BSB BSB: I was speechless and still; I remained silent, even from speaking good, and my sorrow was stirred.
3 WYC Myn herte was hoot with ynne me; and fier schal brenne out in my thenkyng. BSB BSB: My heart grew hot within me; as I mused, the fire burned. Then I spoke with my tongue:
4 WYC 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. BSB BSB: “Show me, O LORD, my end and the measure of my days. Let me know how fleeting my life is.
5 WYC Lo! thou hast set my daies mesurable; and my substaunce is as nouyt bifor thee. Netheles al vanytee; ech man lyuynge. BSB BSB: You, indeed, have made my days as handbreadths, and my lifetime as nothing before You. Truly each man at his best exists as but a breath. Selah
6 WYC Netheles a man passith in ymage; but also he is disturblid veynli. He tresorith; and he noot, to whom he `schal gadere tho thingis. BSB BSB: Surely every man goes about like a phantom; surely he bustles in vain; he heaps up riches not knowing who will haul them away.
7 WYC And now which is myn abiding? whether not the Lord? and my substaunce is at thee. BSB BSB: And now, O Lord, for what do I wait? My hope is in You.
8 WYC Delyuere thou me fro alle my wickidnessis; thou hast youe me schenschip to the vnkunnynge. BSB BSB: Deliver me from all my transgressions; do not make me the reproach of fools.
9 WYC I was doumbe, and openyde not my mouth; for thou hast maad, BSB BSB: I have become mute; I do not open my mouth because of what You have done.
10 WYC remoue thou thi woundis fro me. BSB BSB: Remove Your scourge from me; I am perishing by the force of Your hand.
11 WYC 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. BSB BSB: You discipline and correct a man for his iniquity, consuming like a moth what he holds dear; surely each man is but a vapor. Selah
12 WYC Lord, here thou my preier and my bisechyng; perseyue thou with eeris my teeris. BSB BSB: Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear to my cry for help; do not be deaf to my weeping. For I am a foreigner dwelling with You, a stranger like all my fathers.
13 WYC 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. BSB BSB: Turn Your gaze away from me, that I may again be cheered before I depart and am no more.”
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