Psalms 84
1 To the chief music-maker; put to the Gittith A Psalm. Of the sons of Korah. How dear are your tents, O Lord of armies!
The salm of the sones of Chore. Lord of vertues, thi tabernaclis ben greetli loued;
2 The passion of my soul's desire is for the house of the Lord; my heart and my flesh are crying out for the living God.
my soule coueitith, and failith in to the porchis of the Lord. Myn herte and my fleische; ful out ioyeden in to quyk God.
3 The little birds have places for themselves, where they may put their young, even your altars, O Lord of armies, my King and my God.
For whi a sparewe fyndith an hous to it silf; and a turtle fyndith a neste to it silf, where it `schal kepe hise bryddis. Lord of vertues, thin auteris; my king, and my God.
4 Happy are they whose resting-place is in your house: they will still be praising you. (Selah)
Lord, blessid ben thei that dwellen in thin hous; thei schulen preise thee in to the worldis of worldis.
5 Happy is the man whose strength is in you; in whose heart are the highways to Zion.
Blessid is the man, whos help is of thee; he hath disposid stiyngis in his herte,
6 Going through the valley of balsam-trees, they make it a place of springs; it is clothed with blessings by the early rain.
in the valei of teeris, in the place which he hath set.
7 They go from strength to strength; every one of them comes before God in Zion.
For the yyuer of the lawe schal yyue blessyng, thei schulen go fro vertu in to vertu; God of goddis schal be seyn in Sion.
8 O Lord God of armies, let my prayer come to you: give ear, O God of Jacob. (Selah)
Lord God of vertues, here thou my preier; God of Jacob, perseyue thou with eeris.
9 O God, let your eyes be on him who is our safe cover, and let your heart be turned to your king.
God, oure defender, biholde thou; and biholde in to the face of thi crist.
10 For a day in your house is better than a thousand. It is better to be a door-keeper in the house of my God, than to be living in the tents of sin.
For whi o dai in thin hallis is bettere; than a thousynde. I chees to be `an out cast in the hous of my God; more than to dwelle in the tabernaclis of synneris.
11 The Lord God is our sun and our strength: the Lord will give grace and glory: he will not keep back any good thing from those whose ways are upright.
For God loueth merci and treuthe; the Lord schal yyue grace and glorie.
12 O Lord of armies, happy is the man whose hope is in you.
He schal not depriue hem fro goodis, that gon in innocence; Lord of vertues, blessid is the man, that hopith in thee.
