 | A paraphrase on the Seven Penitential Psalms |  |
[In wynter, whan the wedir was cold]
I
In wynter, whan the wedir was cold,I ros at mydnyȝt fro my rest,
And prayed to Jesu that he wold,
Be myn helpe, for he myȝt best.
In myn herte anon I kest
How I had synned, and what degré:
I cryëd, knockyng up on my brest,
“Ne reminiscaris, Domine!”
Ne reminiscaris, Domine, delicta nostra, vel parentum nostrorum; neque vindictam sumas de peccatis nostris. Parce, Domine, parce populo tuo, quem redemisti precioso sanguine tuo; et ne ineternum irascaris nobis; et ne des hereditatem tuam in perdicionem.
That is to seye, “Lord! thynke no more“Of my mysdedis that I have wrought,
2
“That me in to this world have brought.
“Of my mysdedys venge thé nought:
“But graunte me mercy and pyté.
“My woordys, my werkys, and wycked thought,
“‘Ne reminiscaris, Domine!’
III
“Spare thy peple that is outerage,“We crye to the ful pytously;
“Lese noȝt lyȝtly thyn herytage,
“That thou hast lovyd so hertily.
“Have mynde, Lord, how thou woldyst dy,
“And hange ful hye up on a tre,
“To save hym that wolde wilfully
“Sey, ‘Ne reminiscaris, Domine!’”
IV
With sorwefull herte and repentaunce,Un to my Confessour I ȝede,
To schryve me clene and aske penaunce;
Ther to me thouȝte I hadde gret nede.
Myn herte for sorwe began to blede,
And cowthe non other coumfort se,
For wyl, and woord, and wicked dede,
But ‘Ne reminiscaris, Domine!’
V
My Confessour coumfortyd me blyve,And seyde, “Thi synnes forȝevyn are,
“Zyf thou purpose to amende thi lyve,
“God of his mercy will thé spare.
3
“That sory of his synnes wylle be:
“This woord schal coumforte all thi kare,
“‘Ne reminiscaris, Domine!’
VI
“And ferthermore, for thi trespace,“That thou hast don to God of hevene,
“Zif God wille sende thé lyif and space,—
“Thou shalt seyn thisĕ Psalmĕs sevene:
“The bettyr with God thou mayst ben evene,
“Or evere thi soulĕ passe fro thé.
“Begynne, and seye with myldĕ stevene,
“‘Ne reminiscaris, Domine!’”
| A paraphrase on the Seven Penitential Psalms | |