Psalms 138
1 A Psalm for David, of Aggaeus and Zacharias. I will give you thanks, O Lord, with my whole heart; and I will sing psalms to you before the angels; for you have heard all the words of my mouth.
`To Dauith him silf. Lord, Y schal knouleche to thee in al myn herte; for thou herdist the wordis of my mouth. Mi God, Y schal singe to thee in the siyt of aungels;
2 I will worship towards your holy temple, and give thanks to your name, on account of your mercy and your truth; for you have magnified your holy name above every thing.
Y schal worschipe to thin hooli temple, and Y schal knouleche to thi name. On thi merci and thi treuthe; for thou hast magnefied thin hooli name aboue al thing.
3 In whatever day I shall call upon you, hear me speedily; you shall abundantly provide me with your power in my soul.
In what euere dai Y schal inwardli clepe thee, here thou me; thou schalt multipli vertu in my soule.
4 Let all the kings of the earth, o Lord, give thanks to you; for they have heard all the words of your mouth.
Lord, alle the kingis of erthe knouleche to thee; for thei herden alle the wordis of thi mouth.
5 And let them sing in the ways of the Lord; for great is the glory of the Lord.
And singe thei in the weies of the Lord; for the glorie of the Lord is greet.
6 For the Lord is high, and [yet] regards the lowly; and he knows high things from afar off.
For the Lord is hiy, and biholdith meke thingis; and knowith afer hiy thingis.
7 Though I should walk in the midst of affliction, you will quicken me; you have stretched forth your hands against the wrath of mine enemies, and your right hand has saved me.
If Y schal go in the myddil of tribulacioun, thou schalt quikene me; and thou stretchidist forth thin hond on the ire of myn enemyes, and thi riyt hond made me saaf.
8 O Lord, you shall recompense [them] on my behalf: your mercy, O Lord, [endures] for ever: overlook not the works of your hands.
The Lord schal yelde for me, Lord, thi merci is with outen ende; dispise thou not the werkis of thin hondis.
