Psalms 70

¹The seuentithe salm hath no title. Lord, Y hopide in thee, be Y not schent with outen ende;

²in thi riytwisnesse delyuere thou me, and rauysche me out. Bowe doun thin eere to me; and make me saaf.

³Be 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.

⁴My 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.

⁵For thou, Lord, art my pacience; Lord, thou art myn hope fro my yongthe.

⁶In thee Y am confermyd fro the wombe; thou art my defendere fro the wombe of my modir.

⁷My syngyng is euere in thee; Y am maad as a greet wonder to many men; and thou art a strong helpere.

⁸My mouth be fillid with heriyng; that Y synge thi glorie, al dai thi greetnesse.

⁹Caste thou not awei me in the tyme of eldnesse; whanne my vertu failith, forsake thou not me.

¹⁰For myn enemyes seiden of me; and thei that kepten my lijf maden counsel togidere.

¹¹Seiynge, God hath forsake hym; pursue ye, and take hym; for noon is that schal delyuere.

¹²God, be thou not maad afer fro me; my God, biholde thou in to myn help.

¹³Men that bacbiten my soule, be schent, and faile thei; and be thei hilid with schenschip and schame, that seken yuels to me.

¹⁴But Y schal hope euere; and Y schal adde euere ouer al thi preising.

¹⁵Mi mouth schal telle thi riytfulnesse; al dai thin helthe. For Y knewe not lettrure, Y schal entre in to the poweres of the Lord;

¹⁶Lord, Y schal bithenke on thi riytfulnesse aloone.

¹⁷God, thou hast tauyt me fro my yongthe, and `til to now; Y schal telle out thi merueilis.

¹⁸And 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,

¹⁹and thi riytfulnesse, God, til in to the hiyeste grete dedis which thou hast do; God, who is lijk thee?

²⁰Hou 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.

²¹Thou hast multiplied thi greet doyng; and thou conuertid hast coumfortid me.

²²For 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.

²³Mi lippis schulen make fulli ioye, whanne Y schal synge to thee; and my soule, which thou ayen bouytist.

²⁴But and my tunge schal thenke al dai on thi riytfulnesse; whanne thei schulen be schent and aschamed, that seken yuelis to me.

Psalms 70

¹Make haste, O God, to deliver me; make haste to help me, O Lord.

²Let them be ashamed and confounded that seek after my soul: let them be turned backward, and put to confusion, that desire my hurt.

³Let them be turned back for a reward of their shame that say, Aha, aha.

⁴Let all those that seek thee rejoice and be glad in thee: and let such as love thy salvation say continually, Let God be magnified.

⁵But I am poor and needy: make haste unto me, O God: thou art my help and my deliverer; O Lord, make no tarrying.