1 WYC The seuentithe salm hath no title. Lord, Y hopide in thee, be Y not schent with outen ende; BSB BSB: In You, O LORD, I have taken refuge; let me never be put to shame.
2 WYC in thi riytwisnesse delyuere thou me, and rauysche me out. Bowe doun thin eere to me; and make me saaf. BSB BSB: In Your justice, rescue and deliver me; incline Your ear and save me.
3 WYC Be thou to me in to God a defendere; and in to a strengthid place, that thou make me saaf. For thou art my stidefastnesse; and my refuit. BSB BSB: Be my rock of refuge, where I can always go. Give the command to save me, for You are my rock and my fortress.
4 WYC My God, delyuere thou me fro the hoond of the synner; and fro the hoond of a man doynge ayens the lawe, and of the wickid man. BSB BSB: Deliver me, O my God, from the hand of the wicked, from the grasp of the unjust and ruthless.
5 WYC For thou, Lord, art my pacience; Lord, thou art myn hope fro my yongthe. BSB BSB: For You are my hope, O Lord GOD, my confidence from my youth.
6 WYC In thee Y am confermyd fro the wombe; thou art my defendere fro the wombe of my modir. BSB BSB: I have leaned on You since birth; You pulled me from my mother’s womb. My praise is always for You.
7 WYC My syngyng is euere in thee; Y am maad as a greet wonder to many men; and thou art a strong helpere. BSB BSB: I have become a portent to many, but You are my strong refuge.
8 WYC My mouth be fillid with heriyng; that Y synge thi glorie, al dai thi greetnesse. BSB BSB: My mouth is filled with Your praise and with Your splendor all day long.
9 WYC Caste thou not awei me in the tyme of eldnesse; whanne my vertu failith, forsake thou not me. BSB BSB: Do not discard me in my old age; do not forsake me when my strength fails.
10 WYC For myn enemyes seiden of me; and thei that kepten my lijf maden counsel togidere. BSB BSB: For my enemies speak against me, and those who lie in wait for my life conspire,
11 WYC Seiynge, God hath forsake hym; pursue ye, and take hym; for noon is that schal delyuere. BSB BSB: saying, “God has forsaken him; pursue him and seize him, for there is no one to rescue him.”
12 WYC God, be thou not maad afer fro me; my God, biholde thou in to myn help. BSB BSB: Be not far from me, O God. Hurry, O my God, to help me.
13 WYC Men that bacbiten my soule, be schent, and faile thei; and be thei hilid with schenschip and schame, that seken yuels to me. BSB BSB: May the accusers of my soul be ashamed and consumed; may those who seek my harm be covered with scorn and disgrace.
14 WYC But Y schal hope euere; and Y schal adde euere ouer al thi preising. BSB BSB: But I will always hope and will praise You more and more.
15 WYC Mi mouth schal telle thi riytfulnesse; al dai thin helthe. For Y knewe not lettrure, Y schal entre in to the poweres of the Lord; BSB BSB: My mouth will declare Your righteousness and Your salvation all day long, though I cannot know their full measure.
16 WYC Lord, Y schal bithenke on thi riytfulnesse aloone. BSB BSB: I will come in the strength of the Lord GOD; I will proclaim Your righteousness—Yours alone.
17 WYC God, thou hast tauyt me fro my yongthe, and `til to now; Y schal telle out thi merueilis. BSB BSB: O God, You have taught me from my youth, and to this day I proclaim Your marvelous deeds.
18 WYC And til in to `the eldnesse and the laste age; God, forsake thou not me. Til Y telle thin arm; to eche generacioun, that schal come. Til Y telle thi myyt, BSB BSB: Even when I am old and gray, do not forsake me, O God, until I proclaim Your power to the next generation, Your might to all who are to come.
19 WYC and thi riytfulnesse, God, til in to the hiyeste grete dedis which thou hast do; God, who is lijk thee? BSB BSB: Your righteousness reaches to the heavens, O God, You who have done great things. Who, O God, is like You?
20 WYC Hou grete tribulaciouns many and yuele hast thou schewid to me; and thou conuertid hast quykenyd me, and hast eft brouyt me ayen fro the depthis of erthe. BSB BSB: Though You have shown me many troubles and misfortunes, You will revive me once again. Even from the depths of the earth You will bring me back up.
21 WYC Thou hast multiplied thi greet doyng; and thou conuertid hast coumfortid me. BSB BSB: You will increase my honor and comfort me once again.
22 WYC For whi and Y schal knowleche to thee, thou God, thi treuthe in the instrumentis of salm; Y schal synge in an harpe to thee, that art the hooli of Israel. BSB BSB: So I will praise You with the harp for Your faithfulness, O my God; I will sing praise to You with the lyre, O Holy One of Israel.
23 WYC Mi lippis schulen make fulli ioye, whanne Y schal synge to thee; and my soule, which thou ayen bouytist. BSB BSB: When I sing praise to You my lips will shout for joy, along with my soul, which You have redeemed.
24 WYC But and my tunge schal thenke al dai on thi riytfulnesse; whanne thei schulen be schent and aschamed, that seken yuelis to me. BSB BSB: My tongue will indeed proclaim Your righteousness all day long, for those who seek my harm are disgraced and confounded.
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