Psalms 126

1 The song of grecis. Whanne the Lord turnede the caitifte of Sion; we weren maad as coumfortid.

A Song of Ascents. When Yahweh brought back the captives of Zion, we were like them who dream:

2 Thanne oure mouth was fillid with ioye; and oure tunge with ful out ioiyng. Thanne thei schulen seie among hethene men; The Lord magnefiede to do with hem.

Then, was our mouth, filled with laughter, and our tongue with a shout of triumph, —Then, said they among the nations, Yahweh, hath done great things, with these!

3 The Lord magnefiede to do with vs; we ben maad glad.

Yahweh, hath done great things with us, we are full of joy!

4 Lord, turne thou oure caitifte; as a stronde in the south.

Bring thou back, O Yahweh, our captives, like channels in the South.

5 Thei that sowen in teeris; schulen repe in ful out ioiyng.

They who are sowing with tears, with shouting, shall reap:

6 Thei goynge yeden, and wepten; sendynge her seedis. But thei comynge schulen come with ful out ioiyng; berynge her handfullis.

He that, doth indeed go forth, and weep, bearing seed enough to trail along, doth, surely come in, with shouting, bringing his sheaves.