Psalms 92
1 A PSALM. A SONG FOR THE SABBATH DAY. [It is] good to give thanks to YHWH, And to sing praises to Your Name, O Most High,
`The salm of `song, in the dai of sabath. It is good to knouleche to the Lord; and to synge to thi name, thou hiyeste.
2 To declare Your kindness in the morning, And Your faithfulness in the nights.
To schewe eerli thi merci; and thi treuthe bi nyyt.
3 On ten strings and on stringed instrument, On (higgaion) with harp.
In a sautrie of ten cordis; with song in harpe.
4 For You have caused me to rejoice, O YHWH, in Your work, I sing concerning the works of Your hands.
For thou, Lord, hast delitid me in thi makyng; and Y schal make ful out ioye in the werkis of thin hondis.
5 How great Your works have been, O YHWH, Your thoughts have been very deep.
Lord, thi werkis ben magnefied greetli; thi thouytis ben maad ful depe.
6 A brutish man does not know, And a fool does not understand this—
An vnwise man schal not knowe; and a fool schal not vndirstonde these thingis.
7 When the wicked flourish as an herb, And all workers of iniquity blossom—For their being destroyed forever and ever!
Whanne synneris comen forth, as hey; and alle thei apperen, that worchen wickidnesse.
8 And You [are] high for all time, O YHWH.
That thei perische in to the world of world; forsothe thou, Lord, art the hiyest, withouten ende. For lo!
9 For behold, Your enemies, O YHWH, For behold, Your enemies perish, All workers of iniquity separate themselves.
Lord, thin enemyes, for lo! thin enemyes schulen perische; and alle schulen be scaterid that worchen wickidnesse.
10 And You exalt my horn as a wild ox, I have been anointed with fresh oil.
And myn horn schal be reisid as an vnicorn; and myn eelde in plenteuouse merci.
11 And my eye looks on my enemies, Of those rising up against me, The evildoers, my ears hear.
And myn iye dispiside myn enemyes; and whanne wickid men rysen ayens me, myn eere schal here.
12 The righteous flourish as a palm-tree, He grows as a cedar in Lebanon.
A iust man schal floure as a palm tree; he schal be multiplied as a cedre of Liban.
13 Those planted in the house of YHWH, In the courts of our God, flourish.
Men plauntid in the hous of the Lord; schulen floure in the porchis of the hous of oure God.
14 Still they bring forth in old age, They are fat and flourishing,
Yit thei schulen be multiplied in plenteuouse elde; and thei schulen be suffryng wel.
15 To declare that YHWH my Rock [is] upright, And there is no perverseness in Him!
That thei telle, that oure Lord God is riytful; and no wickidnesse is in hym.
