Psalms 144
1 [A Psalm] of David. Blessed be Jehovah my rock, who teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight;
`A salm. Blessid be my Lord God, that techith myn hondis to werre; and my fyngris to batel.
2 My mercy and my fortress, my high tower and my deliverer, my shield and he in whom I trust, who subdueth my people under me!
Mi merci, and my refuyt; my takere vp, and my delyuerer. Mi defender, and Y hopide in him; and thou makist suget my puple vnder me.
3 Jehovah, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him, the son of man, that thou takest thought of him?
Lord, what is a man, for thou hast maad knowun to him; ether the sone of man, for thou arettist him of sum valu?
4 Man is like to vanity; his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
A man is maad lijk vanyte; hise daies passen as schadow.
5 Jehovah, bow thy heavens, and come down; touch the mountains, that they smoke;
Lord, bowe doun thin heuenes, and come thou doun; touche thou hillis, and thei schulen make smoke.
6 Cast forth lightnings, and scatter them; send forth thine arrows, and discomfit them:
Leite thou schynyng, and thou schalt scatere hem; sende thou out thin arowis, and thou schalt disturble hem.
7 Stretch out thy hands from above; rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of aliens,
Sende out thin hond fro an hiy, rauysche thou me out, and delyuere thou me fro many watris; and fro the hond of alien sones.
8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
The mouth of which spak vanite; and the riythond of hem is the riyt hond of wickidnesse.
9 O God, I will sing a new song unto thee; with the ten-stringed lute will I sing psalms unto thee:
God, Y schal synge to thee a new song; I schal seie salm to thee in a sautre of ten stringis.
10 Who givest salvation unto kings; who rescuest David thy servant from the hurtful sword.
Which yyuest heelthe to kingis; which ayen bouytist Dauid, thi seruaunt, fro the wickid swerd rauische thou out me.
11 Rescue me, and deliver me from the hand of aliens, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
And delyuere thou me fro `the hond of alien sones; the mouth of whiche spak vanyte, and the riythond of hem is the riyt hond of wickidnesse.
12 That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; our daughters as corner-columns, sculptured after the fashion of a palace:
Whose sones ben; as new plauntingis in her yongthe. The douytris of hem ben arayed; ourned about as the licnesse of the temple.
13 Our granaries full, affording all manner of store; our sheep bringing forth thousands, ten thousands in our pastures;
The selers of hem ben fulle; bringinge out fro this vessel in to that. The scheep of hem ben with lambre, plenteuouse in her goingis out;
14 Our kine laden [with young]; no breaking in and no going forth, and no outcry in our streets.
her kien ben fatte. `No falling of wal is, nether passing ouere; nether cry is in the stretis of hem.
15 Blessed the people that is in such a case! Blessed the people whose God is Jehovah!
Thei seiden, `The puple is blessid, that hath these thingis; blessid is the puple, whos Lord is the God of it.
