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The Paris Psalter Psalm 108 - Anglo Saxon Poetry\nSat, 14 May 2016 | Anglo Saxon Poetry\nNelle ic lofes pines, lifigende god, geswigian, peah pe me synfulra inwitfulra muas on ganian. Hio pa innwit feala ywdan on tungan, and me wrara wearn worda spracon, fecne firenlicu, and afuhtan me ealle earwunga úngemete swye. Hi me wi lufan lapum d«dum torne telnysse teodan m«nige;\nic him a geb«d ungemete georne.\nHi me yfel settan a wi goode and feounge for minre lufan.\nGesete him synnfulle symble to ealdrum, stande him on pa swyperan hand swylce deoful.\nGange of dome gehwam deope gehyned, and him his gebed hweorfe to fyrenum. Gewure him weste eall his onwunung and on hys eardungstowe n«fre gewurpe p«t p«r on gewunige awiht lifigendes.\nWesan him dagas deorce and dimme and feawe, and his bisceophad brucan feondas. Weoran his agene bearn ealle steopcild and his wif wyre wydewe hreowlic. Syn his bearn swylce toboren wide, and he ut weorpe earme pearfan,\nponne hi to his huse hleowes wilnian. Ealle his «hta unholde fynd rice reemann rycene ged«le, and his feoh onfon fremde handa.\nNe him ahw«r wese «nig fultum, ne his steopcildum stande to helpe. Gangan ealle his bearn on ece forwyrd, and on anum cneowe eall gewyre his nama nyhsta nede adilgad.\nEall p«t unriht pe his ealdras «r manes gefremedan, on gemynd cume and on ansyne ures drihtnes; ne adilgode wesan deorce fyrene, pa his modur «r mane fremede.\nWesan hi wi drihtne d«dum swylce, and hine adilgie dome ealne of ysse eoran awa to feore. N«s him milde gemynd on modsefan, and he pearfendra riste ehte;\nsymble p«t on heortan hogode geornust, hu he mid searuwe swylce acwealde. He wolde wergu wyrcean georne, and hine seo ylce on eft gesette; nolde he bletsunge biddan ne tilian,\nforon hio him w«s afyrred of ferhcofan. He hine gegyrede mid grame wyrgu, swa he hine w«dum wr«stum geteode, and sio his inna ywde swylce wan w«tere gelic and wynele,\nse pe banes byrst bete and h«le. Wese he hr«gle gelic pe her hrae ealda, and gyrdelse, e hine man gelome gyrt. pis is weorc para pe oft wrae me trage t«ldan; tyne hine dryhten\npam pe sar sprece sawle minre. And pu, min drihten god, do me pine nu mycle mildheortnesse for pinum pam m«ran naman, swa u oft pin milde mod manegum cydest. Alys me, lifes weard, forpan ic eom lama pearfa;\nis me heorte on hearde gedrefed. Ic eom scuan gelic swype ahylded, ol«ded godum swa se g«rshoppa. Me synt cneowu swylce cwicu unhale for festenum; is min fl«sc swylce\nfor fegrum ele frecne onwended; eom ic to edwitst«fe eallum geworden. Swa hi me gesawon, sona hig wegdan, hrerdan heora heafod; help min, drihten god, and me halne gedo, h«lynde Crist,\nfor pinre p«re myclan mildheortnysse. p«t hi so witan, p«t si pin sylfes hand and pu pas gedydest, drihten usser. Weoran pa awyrgde, wes pu gebletsad; and pa pe me mid unryhte «nige styrian,\nand hi p«r sceande sylfe agon; wese pin esne on pe ungemete blie. Syn a butan are ealle gegyrede pe me t«lnysse teonan «tfestan, and him si abrogden swa of brechr«gle\nhiora sylfra sceamu swypust ealra. Ic on minum mue mihta drihtnes ealle andette, and eac swylce hine on midle manna herige. He sylfa gestod on a swyran hand,\np«r he pearfendra pinga teolode; he mine sawle swylce gehealde wi ehtendra egsan griman.\nAbout Poet Pam Hyras - Anglo Saxon Poetry\nRiddle - Anglo Saxon Poetry