Psalms 138

1 [A Psalm] of David. I will praise thee with my whole heart: before the gods will I sing praise to 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 towards thy holy temple, and praise thy name for thy loving-kindness and for thy truth: for thou hast magnified thy word above all thy name.

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 In the day when I cried thou didst answer me, [and] strengthen me [with] strength in my soul.

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, when they hear the words of thy mouth.

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

5 Yes, they shall sing in the ways of the LORD: for great [is] the glory of the LORD.

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

6 Though the LORD [is] high, yet hath he respect to the lowly: but the proud he knoweth afar off.

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

7 Though I walk in the midst of trouble, thou wilt revive me: thou wilt stretch forth thy hand against the wrath of my enemies, and thy right hand will save 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 perfect [that which] concerneth me: thy mercy, O LORD, [endureth] for ever: forsake not the works thy own hands.

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