Psalms 138

1 A Psalme of David. I will praise thee with my whole heart: euen before the gods will I praise thee.

`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 toward thine holy Temple and praise thy Name, because of thy louing kindenesse and for thy trueth: for thou hast magnified thy Name aboue all things by thy word.

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 When I called, then thou heardest me, and hast encreased strength in my soule.

In what euere dai Y schal inwardli clepe thee, here thou me; thou schalt multipli vertu in my soule.

4 All the Kings of the earth shall praise thee, O Lord: for they haue heard the wordes of thy mouth.

Lord, alle the kingis of erthe knouleche to thee; for thei herden alle the wordis of thi mouth.

5 And they shall sing of the wayes of the Lord, because the glory of the Lord is great.

And singe thei in the weies of the Lord; for the glorie of the Lord is greet.

6 For the Lord is high: yet he beholdeth the lowly, but the proude he knoweth afarre off.

For the Lord is hiy, and biholdith meke thingis; and knowith afer hiy thingis.

7 Though I walke in the middes of trouble, yet wilt thou reuiue me: thou wilt stretch foorth thine hand vpon the wrath of mine enemies, and thy right hand shall saue 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 The Lord will performe his worke toward me: O Lord, thy mercie endureth for euer: forsake not the workes of thine handes.

The Lord schal yelde for me, Lord, thi merci is with outen ende; dispise thou not the werkis of thin hondis.