Psalms 30

¹The title of the thrittithe salm. To victorie, the salm of Dauid.

²Lord, Y hopide in thee, be Y not schent with outen ende; delyuere thou me in thi riytfulnesse.

³Bouwe doun thin eere to me; haaste thou to delyuere me. Be thou to me in to God defendere, and in to an hows of refuyt; that thou make me saaf.

⁴For thou art my strengthe and my refuyt; and for thi name thou schalt lede me forth, and schalt nurische me.

⁵Thou schalt lede me out of the snare, which thei hidden to me; for thou art my defendere.

⁶I bitake my spirit in to thin hondis; Lord God of treuthe, thou hast ayen bouyt me.

⁷Thou hatist hem that kepen vanytees superfluli.

⁸Forsothe Y hopide in the Lord; Y schal haue fulli ioie, and schal be glad in thi merci. For thou byheldist my mekenesse; thou sauedist my lijf fro nedis.

⁹And thou closidist not me togidere withynne the hondis of the enemy; thou hast sett my feet in a large place.

¹⁰Lord, haue thou merci on me, for Y am troblid; myn iye is troblid in ire, my soule and my wombe `ben troblid.

¹¹For whi my lijf failide in sorewe; and my yeeris in weilynges. Mi vertu is maad feble in pouert; and my boonys ben disturblid.

¹²Ouer alle myn enemyes Y am maad schenship greetli to my neiyboris; and drede to my knowun. Thei that sien me with outforth, fledden fro me; Y am youun to foryetyng,

¹³as a deed man fro herte. I am maad as a lorun vessel;

¹⁴for Y herde dispisyng of many men dwellynge in cumpas. In that thing the while thei camen togidere ayens me; thei counceliden to take my lijf.

¹⁵But, Lord, Y hopide in thee; Y seide, Thou art my God; my tymes ben in thin hondis.

¹⁶Delyuer thou me fro the hondis of mynen enemyes; and fro hem that pursuen me.

¹⁷Make thou cleer thi face on thi seruaunt; Lord, make thou me saaf in thi merci;

¹⁸be Y not schent, for Y inwardli clepide thee. Unpitouse men be aschamed, and be led forth in to helle;

¹⁹gileful lippys be maad doumbe. That speken wickidnesse ayens a iust man; in pride, and in mysusyng.

²⁰Lord, the multitude of thi swetnesse is ful greet; which thou hast hid to men dredynge thee. Thou hast maad a perfit thing to hem, that hopen in thee; in the siyt of the sones of men.

²¹Thou schalt hide hem in the priuyte of thi face; fro disturblyng of men. Thou schalt defende hem in thi tabernacle; fro ayenseiyng of tungis.

²²Blessid be the Lord; for he hath maad wondurful his merci to me in a strengthid citee.

²³Forsothe Y seide in the passyng of my soule; Y am cast out fro the face of thin iyen. Therfor thou herdist the vois of my preier; while Y criede to thee.

²⁴Alle ye hooli men of the Lord, loue hym; for the Lord schal seke treuthe, and he schal yelde plenteuousli to hem that doen pride.

²⁵Alle ye that hopen in the Lord, do manli; and youre herte be coumfortid.

Psalms 30

¹I will extol thee, O Lord; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.

²O Lord my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.

³O Lord, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.

⁴Sing unto the Lord, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.

⁵For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.

⁶And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved.

⁷Lord, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled.

⁸I cried to thee, O Lord; and unto the Lord I made supplication.

⁹What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?

¹⁰Hear, O Lord, and have mercy upon me: Lord, be thou my helper.

¹¹Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;

¹²To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.