Psalms 144
1 A Psalme of David. Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth mine hands to fight, and my fingers to battell.
`A salm. Blessid be my Lord God, that techith myn hondis to werre; and my fyngris to batel.
2 He is my goodnes and my fortresse, my towre and my deliuerer, my shield, and in him I trust, which subdueth my people vnder 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 Lord, what is man that thou regardest him! or the sonne of man that thou thinkest vpon 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 vanitie: his dayes are like a shadow, that vanisheth.
A man is maad lijk vanyte; hise daies passen as schadow.
5 Bow thine heauens, O Lord, and come downe: touch the mountaines and they shall smoke.
Lord, bowe doun thin heuenes, and come thou doun; touche thou hillis, and thei schulen make smoke.
6 Cast forth the lightning and scatter them: shoote out thine arrowes, and consume them.
Leite thou schynyng, and thou schalt scatere hem; sende thou out thin arowis, and thou schalt disturble hem.
7 Send thine hand from aboue: deliuer me, and take me out of the great waters, and from the hand of strangers,
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 talketh vanitie, 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 I wil sing a new song vnto thee, O God, and sing vnto thee vpon a viole, and an instrument of ten strings.
God, Y schal synge to thee a new song; I schal seie salm to thee in a sautre of ten stringis.
10 It is he that giueth deliuerance vnto Kings, and rescueth Dauid his seruant from the hurtfull sworde.
Which yyuest heelthe to kingis; which ayen bouytist Dauid, thi seruaunt, fro the wickid swerd rauische thou out me.
11 Rescue me, and deliuer me from the hand of strangers, whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falshood:
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 sonnes may be as the plantes growing vp in their youth, and our daughters as the corner stones, grauen after the similitude 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 That our corners may be full, and abounding with diuers sorts, and that our sheepe may bring forth thousands and ten thousand in our streetes:
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 That our oxen may be strong to labour: that there be none inuasion, nor going out, nor no crying in our streetes.
her kien ben fatte. `No falling of wal is, nether passing ouere; nether cry is in the stretis of hem.
15 Blessed are the people, that be so, yea, blessed are the people, whose God is the Lord.
Thei seiden, `The puple is blessid, that hath these thingis; blessid is the puple, whos Lord is the God of it.
