Psalms 108
1 A song. A Psalm of David. My heart is steadfast, O God; I will sing and make music with all my being.
The song of `the salm of Dauid. Min herte is redi, God, myn herte is redi; Y schal singe, and Y schal seie salm in my glorie.
2 Awake, O harp and lyre! I will awaken the dawn.
My glorie, ryse thou vp, sautrie and harp, rise thou vp; Y schal rise vp eerli.
3 I will praise You, O LORD, among the nations; I will sing Your praises among the peoples.
Lord, Y schal knouleche to thee among puplis; and Y schal seie salm to thee among naciouns.
4 For Your loving devotion extends beyond the heavens, and Your faithfulness reaches to the clouds.
For whi, God, thi merci is greet on heuenes; and thi treuthe is til to the cloudis.
5 Be exalted, O God, above the heavens; may Your glory cover all the earth.
God, be thou enhaunsid aboue heuenes; and thi glorie ouer al erthe.
6 Respond and save us with Your right hand, that Your beloved may be delivered.
That thi derlingis be delyuerid, make thou saaf with thi riythond, and here me; God spak in his hooli.
7 God has spoken from His sanctuary: “I will triumph! I will parcel out Shechem and apportion the Valley of Succoth.
I schal make ful out ioye, and Y schal departe Siccimam; and Y schal mete the grete valei of tabernaclis.
8 Gilead is Mine, and Manasseh is Mine; Ephraim is My helmet, Judah is My scepter.
Galaad is myn, and Manasses is myn; and Effraym is the vptaking of myn heed. Juda is my king; Moab is the caudron of myn hope.
9 Moab is My washbasin; upon Edom I toss My sandal; over Philistia I shout in triumph.”
In to Ydume Y schal stretche forth my scho; aliens ben maad frendis to me.
10 Who will bring me to the fortified city? Who will lead me to Edom?
Who schal lede me forth in to a stronge citee; who schal lede me forth til in to Idume?
11 Have You not rejected us, O God? Will You no longer march out, O God, with our armies?
Whether not thou, God, that hast put vs awei; and, God, schalt thou not go out in oure vertues?
12 Give us aid against the enemy, for the help of man is worthless.
Yyue thou help to vs of tribulacioun; for the heelthe of man is veyn.
13 With God we will perform with valor, and He will trample our enemies.
We schulen make vertu in God; and he schal bringe oure enemyes to nouyt.
