Psalms 4
4
¶ Til the chief musicien on Neginoth, Ane Psalm o’ David.
1Heær me whan I ca’, O God o’ my richteousniss: thou hest afore nowe sete me free whan I was in distresse: hae mercie apon me, an’ heær my præyer.
2O ye sons o’ men, howe lang wull ye turn my glorie intil shæme? howe lang wull ye loe vainitie, an’ seik efter lees? Selah.
3But wæte ye that the Lord heth wælet owt for himsel’ him that is godlie: the Lord wull heær whan I ca’ untill him.
4Stan’ in aw, an’ sinna: speik wi’ your ain hairt apon your bed, an’ be quæit. Selah.
5Affer ye the saacrifices o’ richteousniss, an’ pit your trust in the Lord.
6Ther be monie that say, Wha wull shaw us onie guid? Lord, lifte thou up the licht o’ thy countenence apon us.
7Thou hest putten gladsumeniss in my hairt, mair nor in the time that thair coorn an’ thair wine inkresset.
8I wull baith laye me doun in peece, an’ sleepe; for thou, O Lord, onlie makist me til dwall in sauftie.
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Translated by Henry Scott Riddell. Published in London 1856-8.
Psalms 4
4
¶ Til the chief musicien on Neginoth, Ane Psalm o’ David.
1Heær me whan I ca’, O God o’ my richteousniss: thou hest afore nowe sete me free whan I was in distresse: hae mercie apon me, an’ heær my præyer.
2O ye sons o’ men, howe lang wull ye turn my glorie intil shæme? howe lang wull ye loe vainitie, an’ seik efter lees? Selah.
3But wæte ye that the Lord heth wælet owt for himsel’ him that is godlie: the Lord wull heær whan I ca’ untill him.
4Stan’ in aw, an’ sinna: speik wi’ your ain hairt apon your bed, an’ be quæit. Selah.
5Affer ye the saacrifices o’ richteousniss, an’ pit your trust in the Lord.
6Ther be monie that say, Wha wull shaw us onie guid? Lord, lifte thou up the licht o’ thy countenence apon us.
7Thou hest putten gladsumeniss in my hairt, mair nor in the time that thair coorn an’ thair wine inkresset.
8I wull baith laye me doun in peece, an’ sleepe; for thou, O Lord, onlie makist me til dwall in sauftie.
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