1 WYC The title of the nyne and threttithe salm. For victorie, the song of Dauid. Y abidynge abood the Lord; and he yaf tent to me. BSB BSB: For the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. I waited patiently for the LORD; He inclined to me and heard my cry.
2 WYC 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. BSB BSB: He lifted me up from the pit of despair, out of the miry clay; He set my feet upon a rock, and made my footsteps firm.
3 WYC 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. BSB BSB: He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see and fear and put their trust in the LORD.
4 WYC 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. BSB BSB: Blessed is the man who has made the LORD his trust, who has not turned to the proud, nor to those who lapse into falsehood.
5 WYC 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. BSB BSB: Many, O LORD my God, are the wonders You have done, and the plans You have for us—none can compare to You—if I proclaim and declare them, they are more than I can count.
6 WYC Thou noldist sacrifice and offryng; but thou madist perfitli eeris to me. Thou axidist not brent sacrifice, and sacrifice for synne; BSB BSB: Sacrifice and offering You did not desire, but my ears You have opened. Burnt offerings and sin offerings You did not require.
7 WYC thanne Y seide, Lo! Y come. In the heed of the book it is writun of me, BSB BSB: Then I said, “Here I am, I have come—it is written about me in the scroll:
8 WYC that Y schulde do thi wille; my God, Y wolde; and thi lawe in the myddis of myn herte. BSB BSB: I delight to do Your will, O my God; Your law is within my heart.”
9 WYC I telde thi riytfulnesse in a greet chirche; lo! Y schal not refreine my lippis, Lord, thou wistist. BSB BSB: I proclaim righteousness in the great assembly; behold, I do not seal my lips, as You, O LORD, do know.
10 WYC I hidde not thi riytfulnesse in myn herte; Y seide thi treuthe and thin helthe. I hidde not thi mercy and thi treuthe; fro a myche counsel. BSB BSB: I have not covered up Your righteousness in my heart; I have declared Your faithfulness and salvation; I have not concealed Your loving devotion and faithfulness from the great assembly.
11 WYC But thou, Lord, make not fer thi merciful doyngis fro me; thi mercy and treuthe euere token me vp. BSB BSB: O LORD, do not withhold Your mercy from me; Your loving devotion and faithfulness will always guard me.
12 WYC For whi yuels, of whiche is no noumbre, cumpassiden me; my wickidnessis token me, and y myyte not, that Y schulde se. Tho ben multiplied aboue the heeris of myn heed; and myn herte forsook me. BSB BSB: For evils without number surround me; my sins have overtaken me, so that I cannot see. They are more than the hairs of my head, and my heart has failed within me.
13 WYC Lord, plese it to thee, that thou delyuere me; Lord, biholde thou to helpe me. BSB BSB: Be pleased, O LORD, to deliver me; hurry, O LORD, to help me.
14 WYC Be thei schent, and aschamed togidere; that seken my lijf, to take awei it. Be thei turned abac, and be thei schamed; that wolen yuels to me. BSB BSB: May those who seek my life be ashamed and confounded; may those who wish me harm be repelled and humiliated.
15 WYC Bere thei her confusioun anoon; that seien to me, Wel! wel! `that is, in scorn. BSB BSB: May those who say to me, “Aha, aha!” be appalled at their own shame.
16 WYC Alle men that seken thee, be fulli ioyful, and be glad on thee; and seie thei, that louen thin helthe, The Lord be magnyfied euere. BSB BSB: May all who seek You rejoice and be glad in You; may those who love Your salvation always say, “The LORD be magnified!”
17 WYC Forsothe Y am a beggere and pore; the Lord is bisi of me. Thou arte myn helpere and my defendere; my God, tarie thou not. BSB BSB: But I am poor and needy; may the Lord think of me. You are my helper and deliverer; O my God, do not delay.
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