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. Prepared is my heart, O God, I sing, yea, I sing praise, also my honour.
2 My glorie, ryse thou vp, sautrie and harp, rise thou vp; Y schal rise vp eerli.
Awake, psaltery and harp, I awake the dawn.
3 Lord, Y schal knouleche to thee among puplis; and Y schal seie salm to thee among naciouns.
I thank Thee among peoples, O Jehovah, And I praise Thee among the nations.
4 For whi, God, thi merci is greet on heuenes; and thi treuthe is til to the cloudis.
For great above the heavens [is] Thy kindness, And unto the clouds Thy truth.
5 God, be thou enhaunsid aboue heuenes; and thi glorie ouer al erthe.
Be Thou exalted above the heavens, O God, And above all the earth Thy honour.
6 That thi derlingis be delyuerid, make thou saaf with thi riythond, and here me; God spak in his hooli.
That Thy beloved ones may be delivered, Save [with] Thy 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 hath spoken in His holiness: I exult, I apportion Shechem, And the valley of Succoth I measure,
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, And Ephraim [is] the strength of my head, Judah [is] my lawgiver,
9 In to Ydume Y schal stretche forth my scho; aliens ben maad frendis to me.
Moab [is] a pot for my washing, Upon Edom I cast my shoe, Over Philistia I shout habitually.
10 Who schal lede me forth in to a stronge citee; who schal lede me forth til in to Idume?
Who doth bring me in to the fenced city? Who hath led me unto Edom?
11 Whether not thou, God, that hast put vs awei; and, God, schalt thou not go out in oure vertues?
Hast not Thou, O God, cast us off? And Thou goest not out, O God, with our hosts!
12 Yyue thou help to vs of tribulacioun; for the heelthe of man is veyn.
Give to us help from adversity, And vain is the salvation of man.
13 We schulen make vertu in God; and he schal bringe oure enemyes to nouyt.
In God we do mightily, And He doth tread down our adversaries!
