Psalms 108
1 The song of `the salm of Dauid. Min herte is redi, God, myn herte is redi; Y schal singe, and Y schal seie salm in my glorie.
A song. A psalm of David. My heart is steadfast, O God, my heart is steadfast. I would sing, I would make music; awake, my soul.
2 My glorie, ryse thou vp, sautrie and harp, rise thou vp; Y schal rise vp eerli.
Awake, harp and lyre; I would wake the dawn.
3 Lord, Y schal knouleche to thee among puplis; and Y schal seie salm to thee among naciouns.
I would praise you among the peoples, O Lord; make music among the nations to you.
4 For whi, God, thi merci is greet on heuenes; and thi treuthe is til to the cloudis.
For great to heaven is your love, and your faithfulness to the clouds.
5 God, be thou enhaunsid aboue heuenes; and thi glorie ouer al erthe.
Be exalted, O God, o’er the heavens, and your glory o’er all the earth.
6 That thi derlingis be delyuerid, make thou saaf with thi riythond, and here me; God spak in his hooli.
So those you love may be rescued, save by your right hand and answer us.
7 I schal make ful out ioye, and Y schal departe Siccimam; and Y schal mete the grete valei of tabernaclis.
God did solemnly swear: “As victor will I divide Shechem, portion out the valley of Succoth.
8 Galaad is myn, and Manasses is myn; and Effraym is the vptaking of myn heed. Juda is my king; Moab is the caudron of myn hope.
Mine is Gilead, mine is Manasseh, Ephraim is my helmet, Judah my sceptre of rule,
9 In to Ydume Y schal stretche forth my scho; aliens ben maad frendis to me.
Moab the pot that I wash in, on Edom I hurl my sandal, I shout o’er Philistia in triumph.”
10 Who schal lede me forth in to a stronge citee; who schal lede me forth til in to Idume?
O to be brought to the fortified city! O to be led into Edom!
11 Whether not thou, God, that hast put vs awei; and, God, schalt thou not go out in oure vertues?
Have you not spurned us, O God? You do not march forth with our armies.
12 Yyue thou help to vs of tribulacioun; for the heelthe of man is veyn.
Grant us help from the foe, for human help is worthless.
13 We schulen make vertu in God; and he schal bringe oure enemyes to nouyt.
With God we shall yet do bravely, he himself will tread down our foes.
