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Wycliffe's English Translation (1388)
Wyc
Jewish Publication Society (1917)
JPS
[1]The title of the sixe and twentithe salm. To Dauid. The Lord is my liytnyng, and myn helthe; whom schal Y drede? The Lord is defendere of my lijf; for whom schal Y tremble? [1]A Psalm of David. Judge me, O ‏𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇‎, for I have walked in mine integrity, and I have trusted in ‏𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇‎ without wavering.
[2]The while noiful men neiyen on me; for to ete my fleischis. Myn enemyes, that trobliden me; thei weren maad sijk and felden doun. [2]Examine me, O ‏𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇‎, and try me; test my reins and my heart.
[3]Thouy castels stonden togidere ayens me; myn herte schal not drede. Thouy batel risith ayens me; in this thing Y schal haue hope. [3]For Thy mercy is before mine eyes; and I have walked in Thy truth.
[4]I axide of the Lord o thing; Y schal seke this thing; that Y dwelle in the hows of the Lord alle the daies of my lijf. That Y se the wille of the Lord; and that Y visite his temple. [4]I have not sat with men of falsehood; neither will I go in with dissemblers.
[5]For he hidde me in his tabernacle in the dai of yuelis; he defendide me in the hid place of his tabernacle. [5]I hate the gathering of evil doers, and will not sit with the wicked.
[6]He enhaunside me in a stoon; and now he enhaunside myn heed ouer myn enemyes. I cumpasside, and offride in his tabernacle a sacrifice of criyng; Y schal synge, and Y schal seie salm to the Lord. [6]I will wash my hands in innocency; so will I compass Thine altar, O ‏𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇‎,
[7]Lord, here thou my vois, bi which Y criede to thee; haue thou merci on me, and here me. [7]That I may make the voice of thanksgiving to be heard, and tell of all Thy wondrous works.
[8]Myn herte seide to thee, My face souyte thee; Lord, Y schal seke eft thi face. [8]‏𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇‎, I love the habitation of Thy house, and the place where Thy glory dwelleth.
[9]Turne thou not awei thi face fro me; bouwe thou not awei in ire fro thi seruaunt. Lord, be thou myn helpere, forsake thou not me; and, God, myn helthe, dispise thou not me. [9]Gather not my soul with sinners, nor my life with men of blood;
[10]For my fadir and my modir han forsake me; but the Lord hath take me. [10]In whose hands is craftiness, and their right hand is full of bribes.
[11]Lord, sette thou a lawe to me in thi weie; and dresse thou me in thi path for myn enemyes. [11]But as for me, I will walk in mine integrity; redeem me, and be gracious unto me.
[12]Bitake thou not me in to the soules of hem, that troblen me; for wickid witnessis han rise ayens me, and wickydnesse liede to it silf. [12]My foot standeth in an even place; in the congregations will I bless ‏𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇‎.
Author: John Wycliffe (1328 – 1384)
Translation: Jewish Publication Society (1917)
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