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| 39:1 | To the chaunter Ieduthun, a Psalme of Dauid. I sayde: I will take hede to my wayes that I offend not in my tonge. |
| 39:2 | I will kepe my mouth (as it were wt a brile) while the vngodly is in my sight. |
| 39:3 | I helde my tonge, & spake nothinge, I kepte sylence yee, euen from good wordes, but it was payne & grefe to me. |
| 39:4 | My hert was hote within me, & whyle I was thus musyng, the fyre kyndled: and (at the last) I spake wyth my tonge: |
| 39:5 | Lorde, let me knowe myne ende, and the nombre of my dayes: that I maye be certyfied howe longe I haue to lyue. |
| 39:6 | Beholde, thou hast made my dayes as it were a spanne longe, and myne age is euen as nothing in respecte of the: & verely euery man lyuing is all together vanite. Selah. |
| 39:7 | For man walketh in a vayne shadowe, and disquieteth him self in vayne: he heapeth vp riches & cannot tell who shall gather them. |
| 39:8 | And now Lord, what is my hope? trulye my hope is euen in the. |
| 39:9 | Delyuer me from all myne offences, & make me not a rebuke vnto the foolish. |
| 39:10 | I became domme, & opened not my mouth, for it was thy doynge. Take thy plage awaye fro me: I am euen consumed by the meanes of thy heuye hand. |
| 39:11 | When thou wyth rebukes dost chasten man for sinne, thou makest his bewtye to consume awaye, like as it were a mothe fretinge a garment. Euery man therfore is but vanite. Selah. |
| 39:12 | Heare my prayer, O Lord, & wt thyne eares consydre my callynge: holde not thy peace at my teares. For I am a straunger wt the, & a sogeourner, as all my fathers were. |
| 39:13 | Oh spare me a lytle, that I maye recouer my strength, before I goo hence, and be nomore sene. |
| 39:1 | The title of the nyne and threttithe salm. For victorie, the song of Dauid. |
| 39:2 | Y abidynge abood the Lord; and he yaf tent to me. |
| 39:3 | And he herde my preieris; and he ledde out me fro the lake of wretchidnesse, and fro the filthe of draft. And he ordeynede my feet on a stoon; and he dresside my goyngis. |
| 39:4 | And he sente in to my mouth a newe song; a song to oure God. Many men schulen se, and schulen drede; and schulen haue hope in the Lord. |
| 39:5 | Blessid is the man, of whom the name of the Lord is his hope; and he bihelde not in to vanitees, and in to false woodnesses. |
| 39:6 | Mi Lord God, thou hast maad thi merueils manye; and in thi thouytis noon is, that is lijk thee. I teld, and Y spak; and thei ben multiplied aboue noumbre. |
| 39:7 | Thou noldist sacrifice and offryng; but thou madist perfitli eeris to me. Thou axidist not brent sacrifice, and sacrifice for synne; |
| 39:8 | thanne Y seide, Lo! Y come. In the heed of the book it is writun of me, |
| 39:9 | that Y schulde do thi wille; my God, Y wolde; and thi lawe in the myddis of myn herte. |
| 39:10 | I telde thi riytfulnesse in a greet chirche; lo! Y schal not refreine my lippis, Lord, thou wistist. |
| 39:11 | I hidde not thi riytfulnesse in myn herte; Y seide thi treuthe and thin helthe. I hidde not thi mercy and thi treuthe; fro a myche counsel. |
| 39:12 | But thou, Lord, make not fer thi merciful doyngis fro me; thi mercy and treuthe euere token me vp. |
| 39:13 | For whi yuels, of whiche is no noumbre, cumpassiden me; my wickidnessis token me, and y myyte not, that Y schulde se. Tho ben multiplied aboue the heeris of myn heed; and myn herte forsook me. |
| 39:1 | I sayde: I wil kepe my waies, that I offended not in my tonge. |
| 39:2 | And so I shut my mouth, whyle the vngodly layed wayte for me. |
| 39:3 | I helde my tonge, I was domme, I kepte sylence, yee eue from good wordes, but it was payne and grefe to me. |
| 39:4 | My hert was hote within me, & whyle I was thus musynge, the fyre kyndled: so that I spake with my tonge. |
| 39:5 | LORDE, let me knowe myne ende, and the nombre of my dayes: that I maye be certified what I wante. |
| 39:6 | Beholde, thou hast made my dayes a spanne longe, and my life is as it were nothinge before the. O how vayne are all men lyuynge? |
| 39:7 | Sela. Yee euery man walketh as it were a shadowe, and disquieteth him self in vayne: he heapeth vp riches, and can not tell to whom he gathereth them. |
| 39:8 | And now LORDE, wherin shall I comforte me? my hope is in the. |
| 39:9 | Delyuer me from all myne offences, and make me not a scorne vnto the foolish. |
| 39:10 | I kepe sylece, and open not my mouth, for thou hast done it. Turne thy plages awaye fro me, for I am cosumed thorow the feare of thy hade. |
| 39:11 | When thou punyshest man for synne, thou chastenest him: so that his beutie consumeth awaye, like as it were a mothe. O how vayne are all men? |
| 39:12 | Sela. Heare my prayer o LORDE, and considre my callinge: shewe not thy self as though thou sawest not my teares. For I am a straunger and pilgrymme with the, as all my forefathers were. |
| 39:13 | Oh spare me a litle, that I maye refresh myself, before I go hence, and be nomore sene. |
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