Psalms 147
1 Praise ye the LORD: for [it is] good to sing praises unto our God; for [it is] pleasant; [and] praise is comely.
Alleluya. Herie ye the Lord, for the salm is good; heriyng be myrie, and fair to oure God.
2 The LORD doth build up Jerusalem: he gathereth together the outcasts of Israel.
The Lord schal bilde Jerusalem; and schal gadere togidere the scateryngis of Israel.
3 He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.
Which Lord makith hool men contrit in herte; and byndith togidere the sorewes of hem.
4 He telleth the number of the stars; he calleth them all by [their] names.
Which noumbrith the multitude of sterris; and clepith names to alle tho.
5 Great [is] our Lord, and of great power: his understanding [is] infinite.
Oure Lord is greet, and his vertu is greet; and of his wisdom is no noumbre.
6 The LORD lifteth up the meek: he casteth the wicked down to the ground.
The Lord takith vp mylde men; forsothe he makith low synneris `til to the erthe.
7 Sing unto the LORD with thanksgiving; sing praise upon the harp unto our God:
Bifore synge ye to the Lord in knoulechyng; seye ye salm to oure God in an harpe.
8 Who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains.
Which hilith heuene with cloudis; and makith redi reyn to the erthe. Which bryngith forth hei in hillis; and eerbe to the seruice of men.
9 He giveth to the beast his food, [and] to the young ravens which cry.
Which yyueth mete to her werk beestis; and to the briddys of crowis clepinge hym.
10 He delighteth not in the strength of the horse: he taketh not pleasure in the legs of a man.
He schal not haue wille in the strengthe of an hors; nether it schal be wel plesaunt to hym in the leggis of a man.
11 The LORD taketh pleasure in them that fear him, in those that hope in his mercy.
It is wel plesaunt to the Lord on men that dreden hym; and in hem that hopen on his mercy.
12 Praise the LORD, O Jerusalem; praise thy God, O Zion.
Jerusalem, herie thou the Lord; Syon, herie thou thi God.
13 For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates; he hath blessed thy children within thee.
For he hath coumfortid the lockis of thi yatis; he hath blessid thi sones in thee.
14 He maketh peace [in] thy borders, [and] filleth thee with the finest of the wheat.
Which hath set thi coostis pees; and fillith thee with the fatnesse of wheete.
15 He sendeth forth his commandment [upon] earth: his word runneth very swiftly.
Which sendith out his speche to the erthe; his word renneth swiftli.
16 He giveth snow like wool: he scattereth the hoarfrost like ashes.
Which yyueth snow as wolle; spredith abrood a cloude as aische.
17 He casteth forth his ice like morsels: who can stand before his cold?
He sendith his cristal as mussels; who schal suffre bifore the face of his cooldnesse?
18 He sendeth out his word, and melteth them: he causeth his wind to blow, [and] the waters flow.
He schal sende out his word, and schal melte tho; his spirit schal blowe, and watris schulen flowe.
19 He sheweth his word unto Jacob, his statutes and his judgments unto Israel.
Which tellith his word to Jacob; and hise riytfulnessis and domes to Israel.
20 He hath not dealt so with any nation: and [as for his] judgments, they have not known them. Praise ye the LORD.
He dide not so to ech nacioun; and he schewide not hise domes to hem.
