Psalms 21

1The `title of the oon and twentithe salm. To ouercome, for `the morewtid hynd; the salm of Dauid. 2God, my God, biholde thou on me, whi hast thou forsake me? the wordis of my trespassis ben fer fro myn helthe. 3Mi God, Y schal crye bi dai, and thou schalt not here; and bi nyyt, and not to vnwisdom to me. 4Forsothe thou, the preisyng of Israel, dwellist in holynesse; 5oure fadris hopiden in thee, thei hopiden, and thou delyueridist hem. 6Thei crieden to thee, and thei weren maad saaf; thei hopiden in thee, and thei weren not schent. 7But Y am a worm, and not man; the schenschip of men, and the outcastyng of the puple. 8Alle men seynge me scorneden me; thei spaken with lippis, and stiriden the heed. 9He hopide in the Lord, delyuere he hym; make he hym saaf, for he wole hym. 10For thou it art that drowist me out of the wombe, thou art myn hope fro the tetis of my modir; 11in to thee Y am cast forth fro the wombe. Fro the wombe of my modir thou art my God; departe thou not fro me. 12For tribulacioun is next; for noon is that helpith. 13Many calues cumpassiden me; fatte bolis bisegiden me. 14Thei openyden her mouth on me; as doith a lioun rauyschynge and rorynge. 15I am sched out as watir; and alle my boonys ben scaterid. Myn herte is maad, as wex fletynge abrood; in the myddis of my wombe. 16Mi vertu driede as a tiyl stoon, and my tunge cleuede to my chekis; and thou hast brouyt forth me in to the dust of deth. 17For many doggis cumpassiden me; the counsel of wickid men bisegide me. Thei delueden myn hondis and my feet; 18thei noumbriden alle my boonys. Sotheli thei lokiden, and bihelden me; 19thei departiden my clothis to hem silf, and thei senten lot on my cloth. 20But thou, Lord, delaie not thin help fro me; biholde thou to my defence. 21God, delyuere thou my lijf fro swerd; and delyuere thou myn oon aloone fro the hond of the dogge. 22Make thou me saaf fro the mouth of a lioun; and my mekenesse fro the hornes of vnycornes. 23I schal telle thi name to my britheren; Y schal preise thee in the myddis of the chirche. 24Ye that dreden the Lord, herie hym; alle the seed of Jacob, glorifie ye hym. 25Al the seed of Israel drede hym; for he forsook not, nethir dispiside the preier of a pore man. Nethir he turnede awei his face fro me; and whanne Y criede to hym, he herde me. 26Mi preisyng is at thee in a greet chirche; Y schal yelde my vowis in the siyt of men dredynge hym. 27Pore men schulen ete, and schulen be fillid, and thei schulen herie the Lord, that seken hym; the hertis of hem schulen lyue in to the world of world. 28Alle the endis of erthe schulen bithenke; and schulen be conuertid to the Lord. And alle the meynees of hethene men; schulen worschipe in his siyt. 29For the rewme is the Lordis; and he schal be Lord of hethene men. 30Alle the fatte men of erthe eeten and worschipiden; alle men, that goen doun in to erthe, schulen falle doun in his siyt. 31And my soule schal lyue to hym; and my seed schal serue him. 32A generacioun to comyng schal be teld to the Lord; and heuenes schulen telle his riytfulnesse to the puple that schal be borun, whom the Lord made.
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