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Psalm 140
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Ic þe, drihten, to dyrum clypige;gehyr me hrædlice holdre stefne,
þonne ic bene to þe bidde ceare full.
2
Sy on þinre gesihþe mines sylfes gebedful recene gereht, swa ricels byð,
þonne hit gifre gleda bærnað.
3
Swylce is ahafenes handa minra,þonne ic þe æfenlac estum secge.
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Sete swæse geheald swylce, drihten,muðe minum, ne læt man sprecan,
and æþele dor ymbstandende,
þæt on welerum wisdom healde.
5
Ne hyld þu mine heortan, þæt ic hearme wordþuruh inwitstæf ut forlæte,
and ic lædend wese laðra firena.
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Ne ic æfre mid mannum manfremmendumgemænnesse micle hæbbe,
ne on heora gecorenesse becume æfre.
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Ac me soðfæst symble gerecceand mildheorte mode þreage;
ele synfulra æfre ne mote
heafde minum hrinan ahwær.
8
Forþon min gebed nu gyt becnum standeð,þæt him on wisum is wel lycendlice;
syndon hi æt strangum stane forswolgene;
noldan heora deman mine gedefe word
earan gehyran, eft ne mihton.
9
Swa unefne is eorþe þicce,syndon þas moras myclum asprotene,
swa ure ban syndon bitere toworpene
be helwarena hæfteneodum.
10
Forþon ic, drihten, on þe dædum minumeagum and mode æghwær gelyfe;
ne ascuf þu fram me sawle mine.
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Geheald me wið þare gryne þe me grame setton,þæt me ne beswice synwyrcende,
þa þe unrihtes æghwær þenceað.
12
Feallað firenfulle on heora fengnettum;ic me syndrig eom, oþþæt ic swa fere.
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